39
The week is uneventful. I’ve torn up my resignation letter, and Mr. Hanson and I agree to never speak of it again. I make very good inroads with the campaign, and Weston is still very busy dealing with work issues. Yet, he kindly sends me multiple updates, keeping me in the know. We make love only twice, and he spanks me once for not keeping my desk tidy.
When Saturday finally comes around, I’m excited once again. We’ve rescheduled our family date, and I can’t wait to spend time with the both of them together.
Weston’s town car picks us up.
“Hello, Miss Gretchen,” Edward offers. “Nice to see you again.”
“Hello, Edward. This is Ethan.”
They shake hands. “I bet he’s a handful. I’ve got one of my own, just a bit older. He sure keeps me young.”
I’m surprised by his revelation. Edward is not a young man. “Yes, they do that all right.”
He motions us in, and Ethan is wide-eyed, seemingly impressed with the fancy car. He holds Dumbo tightly. He insisted on bringing him. We argued about it for about ten minutes or so, and he finally won in the end. The kid can be quite persistent, just like his dad was.
There’s a booster seat already installed for Ethan, just as Weston promised. I’m thankful for this man’s attention to the little things. It’s small gestures like this that make me love him so. That, and the fact that he’s irresistibly handsome.
As usual, he’s gorgeous in jeans, a grey top and a stylish brown leather jacket. He sits up at the front with Edward, leaving us the back seat.
Ethan reaches for the bottles of Evian water. I hand him his sippy cup.
The drive is not too long, and when we finally get to our destination, Ethan is eager to get out. We’re both awed by the stunning architecture of the building as Weston joins us. I take Ethan’s hand. “Are you ready, buddy?”
He smiles up at me, excited.
I’m surprised when Ethan offers his other hand to Weston. Mr. Boss Man freezes for an awkward second but then he smiles and takes his hand. The sight is pretty damn sweet, almost as cute as those kitten videos Rosetta loves so much.
We walk hand in hand toward the entrance. It takes us forever to walk up the steps. Ethan looks a little exhausted by the time we reach the top. I take him in my arms as we line up to be admitted in.
“I’ll be your official tour guide,” Weston tells us. “I know everything about this place.”
“Sounds good,” I cheer, as excited as a kid.
We start off with the Waters of the World exhibition, and Ethan is wide-eyed, seemingly fascinated by all the animal displays. We leisurely walk among the crowds and keep an eye out.
Ethan points at the iguana and squeals.
“That’s pretty scary, right?” I say.
“That’s a blue iguana,” Weston tells us.
“Well… its more like teal, isn’t it?”
He laughs. “Well, it’s called blue iguana,” he says. “But you can call it the teal iguana if you wish.”
We move along, and Ethan squeals again when he spots a snapping turtle.
“I’m not sure why, but Ethan is fascinated with turtles,” I tell Weston.
“I was too at his age apparently,” he says. “Or so my mother says… sea turtles.”
“That thing is downright ugly,” I point out.
“You can’t say that,” Weston argues. “It’s God’s creation. All God’s creations are beautiful.”
“Not that thing.”
