Free Saving Her: BWWM Interracial Romance by Mandi Moane, BWWM Team Page B

tried to read his soul and figure out if he was a truly a good man or not. He looked like a bad boy and had the body of a bad boy, but he had been nothing but sweet, kind and understanding since I had first met him at class a few months earlier.
    “Do I need a babysitter for the whole night?” I tilted my head slightly as I studied his face.
    “Might be a good idea,” he said. “Can do?”
    I nodded. Just then, Raquel arrived. Mike and Edward sat at the kitchen table and talked about the life of the African Hippopotamus as I went into the living room to talk to the babysitter, my savior. She didn't give me too much flack about asking her to stay all night, which was nice. Could she tell I needed to get laid?
    “Be sure to call if anything happens,” I said.
    “I know.”
    “Even if you think it's stupid and you don't want to bug me.”
    “I know.”
    She sighed deeply. I went back into the kitchen.
    “You ready?” I asked Mike.
    “Where go mommy? No!”
    Edward began to cry as he latched onto Mike.
    “We'll be back, baby. We're going to dinner.”
    “No! Wanna go too!”
    Raquel rushed forward to pry them apart. Mike headed quickly to the door. We slipped outside, the sounds of my son crying slowly fading.
    “He'll be okay,” I said as we got into his ride.
    “He's a good kid.”
    “I like to think so.”
    We drove to the interstate and headed downtown. Jeremih played from the speakers. I wondered briefly if he had it on purposefully because of the time we'd taken a nap together, but I really didn't care. The present moment was enough for me. Edward constantly reminded me that I was a mother, but Mike made me feel like a woman.
    After pushing my need for companionship and company to the side to concentrate on Edward and my career for so long, I felt as if I was finally ready to open up and let another man into my life. The fact that it was Mike, another white guy, didn't surprise me at all. My friends and family would moan and roll their eyes when they found out, but all that mattered to me was the man beside me driving the low-rider Cutlass.
    We went downtown to the Italian restaurant where we'd dined together twice already. My life seemed so much different than when he had first taken me out to eat. To mix it up, we both ordered Fettuccine Alfredo. I added a bottle of Chardonnay, which we broke into as we ate pieces of fresh baked bread from a bowl in the center of the table. The conversation was light all through dinner, with each of us trying to make the other laugh and succeeding.
    Then, after we both turned down desert, his expression changed. He looked like he had something heavy on his mind. Part of me wondered if he was going to say he didn't want to see me again. With my luck in men, the one I liked and got along with really well wasn't going to want anything to do with me. I took a big drink of wine then sat the glass back down on the table.
    “What are you thinking about?” I asked.
    “You.”
    “Yeah?” I took a deep breath and prepared myself mentally for what I was sure was coming.
    “I love you.”
    My eyes widened in surprise, which I quickly realized wasn't the reaction he was expecting.
    “I love you too. Or I think I'm falling for you. I don't know how to label it.”
    We stared at each other. His eyes were so beautiful.
    “I thought you were about to say you didn't want to be with me because of Edward or something.”
    “What? No. Not at all. I love kids.” He paused, as if more heaviness was on his mind.
    “Say it.”
    “I don't know if it's the right time.”
    “If we're about to do what I think we're going to do, it's the perfect time.”
    “I can't have children on my own.”
    “I'm so sorry...”
    “It's not your fault. Just luck of the draw. I've come to terms with it.”
    I smiled at him, suddenly realizing that I did love him.
    “You ready to go?” I asked.
    “Yeah.”
    “Well, we can go to a night club or back to my place.”
    I knew I wanted to go to his