Page 10 of With You

Angel nodded, clapping my shoulder. “Let me make some calls. I’ll help you.”

“Really?”

“I know you’re closer to my age, but you are still my son-in-law. Sure, it was odd in the beginning, but you grew on me.”

I chuckled. “Gee, thanx.”

He only grinned. “Seriously though. I look at you as more of a friend and my daughter loves you. I’d be honored to help you with this.”

“Thank you,” I said as Meadow came up to me.

“Everything good?” she asked, wrapping her arms around my middle.

“It is now,” I told her, hugging her close and kissing the top of her head.

Her smile widened and that was the only reason I said the cheesy as fuck lines.

“Dad.” Andrew came running toward us. “Grandma said I can eat cake this weekend!”

We laughed at his excitement for cake.

I crouched, ruffling his dark hair. “You can, buddy. If grandma says so. But you have to eat your vegetables too.”

He made a face, scrunching up his nose. “No peas.”

“I won’t make you eat any peas, sweetheart.” Jay laughed.

“He’s definitely my kid.” I picked him up. “Aren’t you?”

He thought a moment. “I’m mommy’s boy.”

“Yes, you are but you’re my boy too, aren’t you?” I asked him, carrying him into the house while Meadow and her parents followed us.

“If I must.” He sighed.

I shot Meadow a look.

She stopped in her tracks. “What? I never taught him that.”

I grunted, knowing full well she did without even having to try. Andrew got his attitude from his mother. It was amusing at times, especially when she would mutter under her breath how her parents cursed her.

We spent the early afternoon with Meadow’s parents. When it was time to leave and drive up to Ohio for our weekend away, it was still early in the evening, but we probably wouldn’t get there until late. I looked forward to spending quality time with my wife. We hadn’t had a weekend away where it was just the two of us since she was pregnant with Andrew. I wouldn’t even count that weekend really, since she spent most of it bent over a toilet due to morning sickness.

“I’m nervous.” Meadow’s confession broke the silence between us.

We’d only just left her parents’ place after having a late lunch, said our goodbyes to them and our son.

“Why are you nervous?” I asked, even though I understood because I felt it too.

“I don’t know.” Her hold tightened on my hand that was cupping her inner thigh. “I guess it’s because we don’t get much time alone anymore. Not that Andrew is a handful or anything, but you have your job and I have mine and I guess it’s just been a while.”

“It has but we’ll spend this weekend making up for lost time.” But as I said the words, I could still feel the same nervousness rushing through me. She was right. Ithadbeen a while, a long while in fact, since we had been alone where it was just her and I. Sure, we had our moments together when Andrew went to bed, or when he was on his playdates, or when he was with his grandparents. But the moments where it was just Meadow and I were few and far between. Maybe that was another reason for our lack of communication over Sunny’s death.

“You think we can in a matter of days, Shade?”

I glanced at her.

Her gaze met mine.

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