Caleb pulls me closer, and I wrap my arms around his chest as he holds me tight.
“That sounds fair. Tonight I’m up for paying you back for this morning.”
I laugh, and he presses a kiss in my hair. “Okay.”
“Can we go to bed now?”
He lets me go and I press my palms to his chest. “Might be a bit early. Not while my kids are still up.”
He nods. “Again. Fair. Let’s find a movie or something to watch. It might keep me distracted for a while.”
When we enter the living room, Noah’s sitting on the couch, flicking through channels.
“Don’t you have your own TV?” I ask.
“Yeah, but I thought I’d hang out with my mum and dad if that’s okay.”
Caleb reaches for my hand and squeezes.
Mum and Dad.
I love it, but I’m so torn when the others don’t have Caleb for a father. How different would everything have been for us?
“That’d be great.” Caleb beams.
He sits beside Noah on the couch, and the two of them start going through the movie channels before settling on some action film.
I watch with folded arms and a smile on my face.
I don’t care what we watch. My boys are together and happy and that’s what matters to me.
“Mum? Are you okay with this?”
“I’m happy with anything.”
Noah narrows his eyes. “Are you sure? I don’t want you agreeing just because?—”
“Noah. I’m fine. I don’t care what’s on the screen as long as I’m with you two.”
Caleb holds out his arm. “Come on, babe.”
I cross the room and sit beside him. He wraps his arm around me and kisses my temple.
“This’ll take some getting used to,” Noah says.
“What?” I laugh.
“You two being together. I never thought …”
I smile at Caleb. “Neither did I, but here we are.” Nodding toward the TV, I shift my gaze back to Noah. “Get that movie started.”
Cuddled up on the couch with the man I love, and our son is bliss.
I couldn’t ask for more.
As soon as the movie’s over, Noah takes off to his own room and leaves Caleb and I on the couch.
“We should go to bed.”
