Page 108 of The Situation
I swallow past the lump in my throat.
I’m not sure if I’m ready to meetthe whole family.
Wouldn’t it be better to meet them in small groups? Next year, perhaps?
“What did you have for lunch?” he asks.
My stomach growls at the mention of food. “Nothing. I couldn’t get away from my desk.”
“Unacceptable.”
“Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m starving. Would you like to go to the movies tonight?”
“Sure. What do you want to see?”
“The concession stand.”
He snorts. “What?”
“I just want a big bucket of popcorn with extra butter. We can eat and then sleep through the movie.”
Tires squeal in the distance.
“Shit.” An engine roars, and I hear a downshift. “If that’s what you want to do, that’s what we’ll do.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Traffic.”
“I found your washer and dryer this morning and started a load with your sheets. I don’t have a lot of hope that the blueberry stains will come out.”
“I hope not.”
My brows pinch together. “Why? We ruined a perfect set of sheets.”
“I’d rather have the memories than perfection.” His engine roars. “I have to make a quick stop, and then I’ll be back in the office. I have something to discuss with you. Can you pencil me in for a quick chat?”
“It’s going to cost you.”
He laughs. “Talk soon.”
“Bye.”
I lay my phone on my desk and breathe a sigh of relief.
“Gannon high-fived me for banging the hot stepmommy.”
I laugh, shaking my head. It’s a goofy line, said to make me relax, and I appreciate Tate for knowing I needed the levity. I wonder, however, if he knows that all these references to various forms of parenting are making me think.
I’m not sure I’m ready for marriage again, but I am becoming more certain that I do want to have children. My age makes me worry. The fact that I’m not married and can’t even see the marriage path clearly makes me worry even more. But the more I think about having a baby, the more certain I feel that I want to experience motherhood.
The part that worries me the most?I can’t imagine sharing a child with anyone but Tate.
I trust him more than I’ve ever trusted a man. He’s the greatest to me. His employees adore him. The way he talks about his family proves that there’s not a bad bone in his body because if anyone else talks shit about another person, it’s their sibling.
He’s the kind of man with whom you’d want to raise a child.
Smart. Kind. A huge heart.
