“Mazie? I’m here.” Aiden closed the door behind him.
“Yeah, I’m in the back. Be right there.”
A few minutes later she came bustling out with two plastic laundry baskets under her arms. Both held food, beverages in bottles, goodies, and candles. She hauled them up to the counter and set them down with a big sigh.
“Good to see you. How’s it going with Moira?”
“It’s going good. Getting her books up to date.” He shrugged, not willing to give his mother match-making fodder. “I see you’ve been gathering a few things.”
Mazie laughed. “Just a little.” She shoved a laundry basket to him. “There are candles and a few fragrant boughs to burn in the Beltane fires. And some treats and ribbons for your May pole.” She pointed to the other basket. “I also included some hair ribbons and some plastic tiaras for the girls to wear. Something to make them dressed up for the holiday.”
He had the oddest thought of Moira dressed in nothing but a lacy thong and leather wrist cuffs, but focused his gaze on tiaras in the plastic basket before his body reacted. Instead he looked around for anything else he needed. Condoms, definitely need condoms. Though Moira hadn’t given him the go-ahead, he didn’t want to be caught unprepared.
“Do you have any good wines I can take with me? I want to celebrate Beltane right.”
Mazie snorted. “If you were planning to celebrate it right with Moira, you better take condoms as well.”
“Mom!” He gaped at her. “That’s a hell of an assumption.”
“Is it? The original Beltane rituals required fire and sex. Where did you think you came from?”
“I—what?” He frowned as he thought about his February birthday. “Wait, I was a Beltane baby?”
Mazie laughed. “Of course you were.”
“You never mentioned that before.” He followed her through the aisles of the store, possibilities filling his head. “Why didn’t you tell me I was a product of Beltane?”
Mazie grimaced as she handed him some condoms. “It didn’t seem to matter when your father didn’t bother to stick around. You know this town is full of witches and Beltane is a time of fertility.” She shrugged. “Not really so much of a surprise that I got pregnant that night.”
Aiden didn’t know what unnerved him more, that his mother had gotten pregnant during the rituals of Beltane or that she’d just dropped condoms in his basket. He glanced down at the box resting on top of the ribbons for the holiday and wondered what Moira would say. Maybe best not to show her the condoms.
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