Lennon Carter is a single mom of a 3-year-old son, Beckett.
Harry Styles is a single dad of a 2-year-old son, Arlo, and a 4-year-old daughter, Aden.
They both decide to take their kids on a family vacation to Hawaii.
When they cross paths Lennon can...
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It's been two weeks since we got home from Hawaii. For the first week, Em didn't go home. Instead she stayed here and lived out of her suitcase, rewashing her vacation clothes.
I think she was worried about me and how much I regret everything with Harry. Right now I can't tell if I regret the relationship or ending things more. My head and my heart are in two different places.
This past week has been better. I've slowly been getting back into things and I think Em being back home is helping too. It made healing a little hard having her over my shoulder all of the time.
It's been hard to hide things from Beckett, too. Sometimes he'd catch me crying and give me one of his bear hugs, but I've been trying to keep my emotions fairly private. I don't want him to see me heartbroken like that. It would be a lot for him to comprehend. It wouldn't be fair to him either.
Tonight, Beckett and I decided to have a movie night. He picked Lilo and Stitch again. I think he's missing the trip a little extra today.
I made us movie theater butter popcorn to eat while we watch and Beckett's been chowing down on it. It's almost gone and we're only about half-way into the movie.
"Hey, momma?" Beckett asks and turns his head towards me.
"Yeah, Beck?" I respond, looking down and over at him sitting beside me.
"Can I ask a question?" he says hesitantly.
"Of course, buddy, anything," I say, grabbing the remote to pause the movie. I'm curious as to what he's about to ask, but I'm going to try my best to answer whatever it is.
"Where are our new friends?" he asks shyly.
That's exactly the thing I hoped he would forget.
How am I supposed to explain to him that Harry and I somehow went through the entirety of a relationship in the span of a week and we'll never see them again?
I still can barely talk about them without crying and missing them a ton, so this conversation isn't going to come easy.
"Well, Beck, they live really far away," I start it out simple, hoping he won't have too many follow-up questions.
"How far?" my curious boy asks. He's never been one to leave it at a single question.
"Well, do you remember when we flew to Hawaii and had to make that pit stop so we could get on another plane since it was so far?" I try to explain, hoping he'll understand.
"Yes! I remember!" he exclaims.
"They live where we stopped. They live so far we'd have to get on a plane to see them! That's why we can't go, buddy," I tell him.
