"CRAP!” Eden shouted, hands running through her hair as she rushed into the kitchen. She let out a dramatic puff of breath before staring at Sam, defeat all over her face. “I have to go get Emmy from Ballet. Why didn’t we think about this?! How did we think she was going to get home?”
Sam’s eyebrows raised a bit, and his nose scrunched up just a smidge.
“Do you want to go get Emmy? I just don’t want you to have to sit here alone with my ex-wife. I, personally, don’t think I’d like to sit here alone with her either, but you.. she’s impossible to have a conversation with when you don’t know her. I can finish the.. the whatever’s-in-the-oven, just text me the instructions.”
“First of all,” Sam chuckled, “I’ve not slept with Sidney, so that takes a bit of the awkward away, don’t you think?” A smile crept its way onto his face for a second, but Eden’s lack of amusement wiped it right back away. “Eden, I’ve been prepping and cooking this all day. I trust your skills, but too much work’s gone into this. I don’t mind sitting with Sidney for, what? Fifteen minutes? We have enough in common, I think.”
Eden gasped, “I could have Sidney pick her up on her way!”
Blinking slowly, painstakingly aware of the fact that the blonde had absorbed maybe three words of his total. Her idea, however, wasn’t bad at all. Except for the fact that there was a knock on the door as soon as the phone was in her hands. “Babe, maybe, just.. just go. I’ll handle it.”
One nod was all Sam was getting as Eden shoved her phone into her back pocket. “Godspeed. She also may not know that you’re a man, it’s a slim chance but the chance is there. I’m not going to speed but I’m not going to take my time,” Eden grabbed her keys and whisked the front door open, greeting Sidney with a bright, dimpled smile. “Hi, Sid, I’ll be right back, Sam’s in the kitchen!” Less words, less time gone. The logic was infallible.
Sam nervously walked toward the door, knowing enough about the stranger before him to have an idea that she was probably already overwhelmed as is, and that Eden barreling out the door didn’t help any. “Sidney,” he smiled, reaching out a hand to shake. “Sam. Eden’s got to go retrieve Emmy, she didn’t want to make you nervous leaving you alone with me, God love her,” he chuckled. NOT LOVE. Eden was being dramatic the night before listing of Do’s and Don’t’s, and proclaiming love was one of them. Then again, if that last minute spouting about the other woman possibly not knowing that he was a man, Sam was sure that she was already on system overload. “Coffee? You like it black right?”
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