He shrugs again.
“What if we pick up a pizza and head home to eat?”
I open the car’s back door and usher him into the back seat with Saint and Rhyan.
“We’re ready,” I tell the driver.
“Hey, bud, how was your day?” Saint wraps him in a hug, and I notice Remy holds on for an extra second longer.
“It was ok.”
Saint looks at me, and I give him a sad smile.
“I told him we could pick up a pizza on the way home.”
“Yes! Pizza!” Rhyan yells.
“Okay, pizza it is.” Saint takes out his phone, places an order, and then gives the driver directions for pickup.
By the time we get home, Remy seems to be a little better. He’s talking to us more, so I’m taking it as a good sign.
Once we finish eating, Saint directs them into the family room, and I follow.
I sit on the couch next to Saint, Rhyan half in my lap, and Remy pressed against Saint.
He looks at me and takes a deep breath.
“So, Presley and I need to tell you something.”
Remy looks up immediately.
Rhyan blinks. “Are we having dessert?”
Saint laughs. “Not right now.”
“Then what is it?” she asks.
I nod at Saint.
“Presley and I got married.”
For a second, both kids just stare.
Remy’s eyes go wide. “Really?”
Saint nods. “Yeah, really.”
Remy looks at me next. “So you’re not leaving here?”
Ohhh.
My throat tightens, and I reach for his hand. “I’m not leaving,” I say softly. Even if Saint and I don’t stay married after a year, I would still want to be part of their lives.
Relief shows on his face, and he leans into Saint a little more, but his eyes stay on me.
“That’s good,” he whispers. “I don’t want you to go.”
This sweet, gentle boy. “You okay, buddy? You need to talk to us about something?”
