“Not yet.”
“Then, I suggest you have a conversation about that because it’s relevant if you’re putting together a prenup. It should include your assets too.”
I draw in a deep breath. “Okay. I probably need to do that anyway given that we’re getting married.”
“I still can’t believe you talked her into it. Does she have a head injury?”
“Said it before, and I’ll say it again. You’re a dick.”
He laughs. “But you love me. Let me know what you need and I’ll take care of it.”
“Thanks, dude.”
When the call’s disconnected, I sit for a moment and look out over Emma’s back yard. We’re doing this—really doing it. For years the thought of committing like this would have filled me with dread, but I’m settled.
The thought of becoming a stepfather doesn’t even faze me.
So much has happened these past few weeks, and it’s been the best time of my life.
It’s like I’ve been cruising through the years without grounding or anything to keep me still.
But Emma’s family?
They were always meant to be mine.
When I step back into the kitchen, Emma’s at the bench making coffee. She looks up and smiles as I approach.
“What did he say?”
I grasp her upper arms and smile. “If anything happens, he’ll refer us to an estate law expert, but he says your father leaving it this long counts against him.”
She beams. God, it was worth that conversation to make her smile so big.
“But he is concerned that he might throw around some accusations about the kids. I think we present a united front in that case. It’s not like he’s been a part of their life for years.”
Emma nods. “That’s true. He’s never even met Kiera or Jason. We left not long after Bailey was born.”
“He’s counting on you being alone and vulnerable. And you’re not.” I lean in and peck her on the lips. “You’ve got me.”
She pulls me back down and kisses me softly. “Thank you.”
“As if I’m going to let that man hurt you again.”
“Are you two kissing?” Jason’s voice comes from the doorway. “Eww.”
Emma laughs, and it’s the sweetest sound. “I have plenty of kisses. Come over here and get some.”
“Muuuum,” he moans, but he walks over to her and hugs her anyway. She kisses the top of his head.
“Who’s up for pizza?”
I don’t miss Emma’s eyeroll, but it’s too late to take it back.
Yes, it’s presumptive, but it’s been a difficult day and there’s still more I have to share with her.
Jason’s hand shoots up.
“I need to know what your favourites are.”
