Doctor Daddy’s Long Lost Little by Scott Wylder
CHAPTER THREE
Bethany
I couldn't believe that Bryce was back, and we were finally reconciling. Once upon a time, we were childhood sweethearts who were voted "The Most Likely to Get Married." We had known each other since the days before preschool, and everyone always assumed we would get together one day. Worst part is, thanks to Kristina, we messed that up on the day of graduation.
Bryce had promised for months leading up to graduation that he would tell me if he got accepted into Harvard or not on that scholarship he had applied for, and I was very happy for him. The week of graduation, he left early thanks to finishing his exams early, and I asked Kristina that day if she had seen him after school. When she said no, I felt that something very strange was up and asked if she had heard him mention Harvard. She immediately got mad at me and told me that she was going out with Bryce and to stop bothering with him. I was so upset that, on graduation day, he came up to me, and I stomped on his foot and told him I never wanted to speak to him again.
That was eight years ago, and I had only found out a month afterwards that she was lying. By then, it was too late. I got into social media, and he had already moved on with his life. I hated myself for it afterwards, and I was forever alone.
"You okay?" Bryce asked as we pulled up at our favorite pancake house from back when we would go to parties together on the weekends. I snapped out of my train of thought and nodded at him reassuringly.
"Yes, I'm fine," I said as I smiled. "It's just been so long since I've been here." He smiled and nodded in agreement.
"I know how you feel," he said as he looked at the old hangout. "I'm surprised this place is still open. They don't have anything like this across the country." He stuck his face into the air and inhaled deeply. "Smells like old memories." I nodded in agreement.
"Don't forget their famous strawberry syrup," I reminded him. "You used to pour that on everything, including the scrambled eggs." He laughed and nodded.
"That used to gross you out so much!" he laughed as he nodded at the pancake house. "Hey, you think Nancy Tank is still working here?" I rolled my eyes.
"I hope so," I said as I smiled at him. "That would make her look like such a loser… Remember how she used to stick her tits in the faces of the male customers she deemed cute because she thought it would get her either their number or a better tip?" He chuckled and nodded.
"Oh, God, yes," he said as we approached the pancake house. "I wonder if she still remembers the time you gave her a black eye because she told you to take a hike while she was flirting with me." I winced as I nodded.
"They wanted to suspend me for a week when she showed up at school on Monday," I remembered as I shook my head. "It took me forever to convince them that it happened outside school on the weekend all because she wouldn't shut her whore ass up." Bryce laughed and shook his head.
"Thank God I showed up with my dad when her parents tried pressing charges," he said as he shook his head. "Dad wasn't happy, but it kept you out of trouble." He opened the door and held it open for me, just like he used to back when we were in high school. "Come on, let's get some food. I'm starving." I nodded and followed him into the building.
The old pancake house hadn't changed a bit, and I smiled as I was overwhelmed by the smell of maple and strawberry syrup and bacon. It was rustic and old fashioned, and the old wooden furniture still had the same flimsy look to it as I looked around. Bryce chuckled as he looked around.
"Damn," he said as he looked around. "This place hasn't changed a bit." I nodded in agreement as the hostess came up to us.
"Hello," she said in a sickly sweet voice. "Table for one?" I raised an eyebrow at her and shook my head.
"No, it's a table for two," I told her, and she narrowed her eyes at me.
"Oh, are you meeting someone?" she asked, and I burned in annoyance.
"Excuse me?" I asked, and Bryce shook her head.
"Nancy?" he asked, and the hostess smiled at him.
"Hey there, Bryce," she said sweetly as she turned her attention to him. "Long time, no see. Still with this loser?" I narrowed my eyes at her.
"Pretty sure the only one who's a loser here is the one still working the dead end job at the one place in town whose seats are about as flimsy as their chances of sticking around another ten years instead of the one who is Vice President of the local bank," I told her as I crossed my arms at her. "Also, my tits aren't prematurely sagging. What did you do? Stick them in the wrong face?" She narrowed her eyes at me.
"Fuck off, loser," she said as she glared at me. "You're just jealous of the fact that I'm still prettier than you." Bryce rolled his eyes.
"Nancy, take a chill pill and seat us both at the same table," he said as he looked at her. "Just because you got promoted to hostess doesn't mean that Maria doesn't own the restaurant and won't fire you." Nancy sighed and nodded.
"I see your taste in women hasn't changed," she said as she picked up two menus. "Follow me." She led us across the restaurant, and I felt relieved as Bryce motioned for me to follow her. Once we were seated at our old table, she looked at the two of us. "What do you want to drink?" I thought for a second.
"How about a glass of water?" I asked, but she kept her eyes on Bryce. "Hello?" Bryce sighed and shook his head.
"Two waters, and a new waiter who won't disrespect my friend here," he snapped as he looked up at Nancy, and Navy smiled evilly at me.
"You're still only friends?" she asked as she smirked. "Now who's the loser?" She laughed and shook her head as she walked off towards the kitchen. I rolled my eyes and shook my head.
"That stupid bitch needs shot," I remarked as I stared back down at the menu. Across the table, Bryce rubbed the back of his neck.
"So…" he continued as he stared down at his menu. After a little while, he continued. "What were you doing at a playgroup?"
