Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 121576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 608(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 608(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
“Uh—” My breath caught when Nathan pulled me against his chest and pressed his mouth to my hair.
“Whatever you want to say right now, I’ll back you,” he mumbled for only me to hear. “I’m fine with this. They can know.”
I lifted my head and peered into his face. “Um, I’m not really sure what to tell them,” I whispered.
Nathan kept his voice lowered when he answered me. “You could say we’re dating…”
“So, that’s what we’re doing, then?” My heart began to race. Oh God, please say yes…
He stared at me for a long moment. “Isn’t it?”
We are dating. Oh my God. We are dating and telling people. Yes! Yes! Yes!
I nodded quickly.
Nathan smiled. “Okay. What’s the problem, then?”
“Nothing. Just making sure we’re on the same page.”
“Mama, is this why you and Travis are just being friends?” Olivia asked. “Because you like Nate more than him?”
Nathan quickly looked behind him. “That’s exactly why.”
“Okay.” I laughed, giving him a shove so he’d turn around and step beside me. “Nathan and I are dating,” I announced.
Olivia covered her mouth and squealed. Oliver smiled at his sister, then looked at Nathan.
“How do you guys feel about that?” I glanced between the kids. My question barely left my mouth before Olivia was rushing around the table and wrapping her arms around Nathan and me.
She squeezed us tight, saying, “I was hoping this would happen!”
I rubbed her back and smiled at Nathan when he reciprocated the hug. Then I turned my head and looked at Oliver. “What do you think, sweetheart?”
Nathan peered over at him too, asking, “You good with this, bud? You wanna talk about it?”
That meant a lot to me. But aside from being caught off guard, I didn’t think Oliver would have a problem with this. He adored Nathan. And he had been smiling a minute ago.
Why wasn’t he anymore?
My son nodded. “Can we talk? Just us?” he said to Nathan.
I pressed my lips together, keeping my expression stoic. A difficult task, considering how concerned I’d suddenly become. Crap. Does Oliver have a problem with this?
“Yeah, of course.” Nathan stepped out of Olivia’s grasp and moved around the table.
“I really like Nate, Mama,” Olivia whispered, wrapping both arms around me now. Her chin hit my chest. “So, so much. These feelings feel too big for me.”
My daughter and I shared the same heart.
I cupped her cheek. “Me too, baby.”
She beamed at me. I brushed her soft hair out of her face, then turned my head, watching the boys walk side by side through the family room. They disappeared down the hallway.
“Why don’t you go watch some TV?” I suggested to Olivia.
“Okay.” She hurried out of the kitchen and scrambled onto the couch.
I really wanted to take a shower, or at least get dressed, but when I peeked down the hallway, I saw Oliver’s bedroom door was open. I could faintly hear him and Nathan speaking. I didn’t want my son thinking I was creeping down the hallway to listen in on their conversation. Even though that was exactly what I wanted to do.
Worry tightened my chest and coiled my stomach. I forced myself back into the kitchen.
Fifteen minutes later, Oliver returned by himself.
He heaved his duffel bag off the floor, set it on one of the stools, and started searching through it.
“Hey, sweetheart.” I left the remaining dishes in the sink and dried my hands off, tossing the towel on the counter. I stood across from him. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah,” he said, taking out his iPad and showing it to me. “Can I play this?”
Oliver seemed completely fine. He didn’t look any different than he had when he first got home this morning, or any different from how he typically looked. This was good…
“Sure.” I smiled at him.
“Cool. Thanks, Mom.”
I watched my son leave the room and join his sister on the couch. When I stepped over and peered down the hallway, I saw Nathan standing there, admiring a picture I had hanging on the wall. I quickly walked over to him.
“What’s going on?” I whispered. “He seems…good. He’s good, right?”
“Yeah.” Nathan smiled at the photo of the kids at their first birthday party. They were covered in cake. I was squatting between their high chairs and smiling at the camera. “Cute picture.”
“Thanks. Could you maybe elaborate a little for me?”
“Really cute picture?” Nathan turned to face me then. He was smirking now. “We didn’t talk much about me and you, but he doesn’t have a problem with it, if you’re worried about that.”
Tension released from my shoulders. “I was, yeah.”
“He’s good with us dating. He thinks it’s cool.”
That made me seriously happy. I began to grin, then lost it a little when my curiosity got the best of me. “What did you two talk about, then?”
“The campout. He asked if I could go.”