Page 84 of Follow My Heart

Faith pouted. “Why do you decide everything?”

“We’re your parents. We make the adult decisions.” Although I’d mention it to Stacy, I didn’t expect she’d be open to the idea of Faith living with me.

Or maybe she would. I never thought she’d discourage me from seeing my family or ask for a divorce, but she had. “I’ll talk to your mom about it.”

“Yeah?” Faith asked.

“She should know that you’re unhappy.”

“I don’t like going back and forth, and Mom’s going to move in with Phil and his kids.”

I frowned. “She said that?”

Faith nodded. “She asked me how I felt about it.”

My jaw tightened. “What did you tell her?”

“That I wanted to stay in our home or move with you. I don’t want three brothers.”

It would be a big adjustment for a single child, and it was quick. We’d talked about keeping her life the same for as long as possible. This wasn’t what we’d discussed. Maybe Stacy was just feeling out how she felt about it, and it wasn’t an immediate thing.

“We’re already spending the weekends over there.”

“Why isn’t Phil moving into your house?” I asked , hating that I was even having this discussion with her. I’d prefer if I could just not know what was going on with Stacy but it involved my daughter.

Faith let out a sigh. “Phil’s house is bigger. He has four bedrooms.”

And with four kids that would make more sense.

Her lips twisted. “I’m not sharing a room with any of those boys.”

“You shouldn’t have to.” The boys should share.

“What if Mom has another baby?”

“Are they talking about that?” I looked at her in the rearview.

Her expression was pensive. “They asked us if we’d want another little sister or brother.”

I raised a brow. “Do you?”

“Not now. Everything is changing.”

A boyfriend with three kids. If that’s who Stacy wanted, it shouldn’t matter. But I would think she would take things slower to ease the transition. It sounded like she was moving full speed ahead, irrespective of her daughter’s concerns. “I’ll talk to your mom.” My standard answer for everything these days. “Try not to worry about it and enjoy the festival.”

“Okay.” But talking about the situation had put her in a sullen mood. I didn’t want to blame Stacy, but it was her fault.

We got into a line of cars pulling into the farm, and I was pleased to see how many people were here.

Faith gazed out the window. “Wow. It’s busy.”

I whistled at the number of cars parked in the field. “Charlotte must have done a great job with marketing.”

“I think people want to do holiday stuff, and this is new.”

I met her gaze in the rearview. “I think you’re right.”

She smiled, pleased that I’d agreed with her observation.

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