"Mom?" I glance up at my son standing in the doorway shifting foot to foot nervously.
"What is it?" I ask setting my glasses down beside my computer.
"I was wondering if you could switch weekends with dad this weekend? He's going riding and I want to go."
My brows furrow with how nervous he is for asking me such a simple thing.
"Of course sweetheart. Is that all?" I ask cocking my head.
"Not exactly." He swallows nervously.
"Well come on with it then." I smile.
"It's just. It isn't my business. But if you wanted to date or something. I talked to Emma and we'd be okay with it. We just want you to be happy mom."
His words take me back. Do I seem unhappy to my kids? Clearing my throat I nod once.
"Well when I'm ready I'll take that into consideration. I'm going to start dinner now." I squeeze his shoulder as I walk past him to the kitchen.
I try to force his words out of my head as I cook but end up burning my hand.
Sighing I turn the stove off and finish what needs done before setting the table for two compared to four. I wonder how long before I get used to that.
"Reid." I yell before taking my seat and playing up some lasagna.
He joins me moments later piling his plate and making me laugh. I know he'll eat it all and come back for more after.
"Smells great mom." He grins sitting beside me.
I glance at him amazed. Fifteen years flew by. My eyes get musty and I blink to make them clear.
"So you've talked to your sister. How is she these days?" I ask.
"I've had to talk her out of coming home too many times this week." He tells me.
I get a pang in my chest but nod anyway.
"Well she needs to focus on her future right now. We're doing just fine." I tell him softly.
He surprises me by covering my hand with his. We don't say much after that. What is there to say? I uprooted his entire life when I left his father a few months ago. Emmy was gone to Alaska for her college.
I wash the dishes and crawl into bed but sleep doesn't come. As usual. Sighing I close my eyes as the silent tears fall yet again.
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Remembering Us
Roman d'amour"I blame the fairytales." I tell him sipping my margarita. "The fairytales?" He asks me. "Yes. The fairytales we're read as children. About the damsel in distress and the white knight on his obedient steed." Now he's looking at me like I'm nuts. M...
