Love in La Terraza by Ethan Day Page B

not being facetious or attempting to placate you. I’ve no doubt even put on a few pounds.”
    Cain nodded his agreement there, peering down at his own swollen tummy, now stuffed with pasta. He rubbed the rounded mound, lightly patting his belly which had Henry chuckling.
    “No, I’m not laughing at you; I’m laughing at that new boyfriend you seem to be so curious about.”
    Cain winked then whispered, “You forgot sexy.”
    Henry rolled his eyes before shoving him with the pad of his foot.
    “Yes, he’s sitting right here.”
    Cain sat up straight at hearing that, shaking his head.
    “You’d like to speak with him?” Henry asked.
    Cain shook his head a little more emphatically, not enjoying the evil expression on Henry’s face.
    “I’m supposed to be meeting his parents this coming week, so I certainly think it’s fair that you get a crack at him. Hold on for a moment. I’ll hand him the phone.”
    Henry was doing his best to squelch the satanically evil giggling as he held out the phone.
    Cain threw his arms into the air, mouthing the words, You are fucking dead!
    He took a deep breath and grabbed the phone, hand shaking slightly as he placed it up to his ear. “Hello?”
    “Mr. Elliott, it’s so lovely to finally have the opportunity for a little chat.” Henry’s mother had a soft, sweet voice, every bit as warm and welcoming as Henry’s smile and those dark brown eyes.
    “It’s very nice to meet you, Mrs. Abrams, and please call me Cain.”
    Henry was making weird faces at him, while tugging on his genitalia in an attempt to make Cain laugh, thereby forcing him into making an ass out himself while on the phone with the man’s mother.
    Cain turned his back to Henry.
    “Only if you’ll call me, Darla. I’m very much looking forward to meeting you when we come up for a visit next month. I can’t tell you how comforting it is to know Henry has made so many new friends.”
    “Thank you, Darla. I feel pretty fortunate myself.”
    “I do pray you don’t think ill of me about before. I was certainly not attempting to pry into the private details of your relationship with my son.”
    “No, ma’am, I’m sure you weren’t.”
    Cain glanced back at Henry who nodded while whispering, “Yes, she was.”
    He shot the man a nasty look, knowing full well Henry hadn’t a clue what the hell they were even talking about. Cain laid down on his stomach, eyes bugging out slightly in discomfort, and he made a solemn vow to never again eat that much food in one sitting.
    “I don’t wish to keep you, dear, I really just wanted to hear your voice and let you know how grateful I am to know you’re looking after my son. He has a propensity for working too much, and I worry about his health as a result.”
    “Well, he hardly works at all these days,” Cain said, grinning evilly himself as he heard Henry scoffing from behind him.
    “He must like you a great deal, then,” Darla said with a sigh. “That’s music to this mother’s ear.”
    Cain gasped, holding in his yelp when Henry bit into his ass. He reached back and slapped the crap out of him. It was pure reflex, but the loud smack startled them both.
    “Thank you, Mrs…Da…Darla,” Cain stuttered, rolling over to see Henry frowning as he rubbed at the newly forming red handprint on his hip. “I’ll give you back to Henry now.”
    He passed the phone back, smiling sweetly and able to tell Henry was itching for a little payback. Cain reached back to rub his ass, reminding the shit head who had started it in the first place. He felt the ridges made by the impression of Henry’s teeth in his ass, but he wasn’t bleeding. It had startled him more than anything.
    “Yes, Mother, I love you, too.” Henry smiled. “I’m glad to hear that. He is a nice boy. Yes…love you, too. Give Dad my best.”
    Henry ended the call then screamed, “Ouch, dude!”
    Cain was laughing under his breath. “I don’t wanna hear it, Nosfer-ass-tu…you sick-o little