He clutched playfully at his chest as he handed the director of the daycare a personal check for the first six-months worth of Christian's tuition. Jenna laughed at this, tapping her purse nervously as they sat across the desk from the middle-aged woman. "Stop goofing around," she clucked her tongue at him.
Chris smiled sweetly at Mrs. Abner. "That guarantees that he will get into Yale, right?"
The immaculately-dressed woman laughed. "I guarantee you nothing, Mr. Cerulli. Your son's success is very much out of my hands, though I hope that he will receive a proper foundation for his education here at Bookworm University."
Bookworm University, he snorted. The name was fucking ridiculous, but Brian and Angie had sworn that the place was the best thing that he and Jenna could do for Christian. His family didn't have any kids in daycare, but his mother had done the necessary Google searches and Yelp review skimming and agreed that, sure, it couldn't hurt. Allowing Jenna more time to focus on her career meant that she would, hopefully, improve in her positive outlook and, with some prayers, that would carry over into their situation which was still somewhat precarious. She was speaking to him, she was allowing him to see his son every day, but she was highly guarded when it came to their relationship with one another; she was clearly afraid to let him back into her heart.
He tapped back into the conversation at that moment and caught Jenna staring at him with a gleam in her eyes. "Did you totally zone out?" she laughed.
"I did," he nodded and grinned. "I was thinking about the good life that we're going to live when our son is the next Elon Musk or Bill Gates."
Jenna stood from her chair and shook her head slowly. "Chris, he's thirteen months old. I think you should dial it back a bit."
"Thirteen is my lucky number," he winked as he held the door for her.
* * *
Dr. Steininger pressed her beautifully-manicured hands together, as though in prayer, and smiled warmly at the couple. "Alright, children, today we are going to start with an exercise that will put some of our emotional scars out into the open and allow me to see where we are at. I will give you both a prompt, and I want you to answer succinctly but openly. You do not get to respond to one another, okay? Jenna, you will go first, and then Chris you will have your turn. No matter how you feel about what your partner has said, you keep your mouths shut. Comprende?"
"Sí," Jenna nodded. She didn't look concerned, which in itself seemed a cause for concern.
"Sure," Chris shrugged noncommittally. He had a bad feeling about this already.
Sensing his hesitation and noting it, Dr. Steininger pursed her lips in thought and then spoke. "What is your earliest memory of your father?"
YOU ARE READING
Time To Live
Fanfiction[Sequel to "Time To Waste"] Twelve months after the demise of her relationship with Chris, Jenna will come face-to-face with her ex-boyfriend for the first time. What happens next is....life. [AWESOME cover by the super talented @XSatansBabydollX]
