“Ro, you’ve barely met him.”
“It doesn’t matter.” He shrugs and I look up at him, confused.
“I thought you don’t like kids?”
“I never said that.” He shakes his head, laughing again. “I don’t want biological kids. I like kids.”
“You don’t ever second guess that?”
“All the time.” He pauses and then looks up at me again. “But fucked up genetics, not sure I was given the tools for it, it’s best for everyone this way.” His words make me sad as he says them.
“How can you say you don’t have to tools; you did all of this.” I motion around us. “For my son, who you barely know.”
“Yeah…” He looks at me as if he doesn’t understand what I’m saying.
“I think that shows that you have the tools.”
He looks up at me and shrugs his shoulders. Turning around he starts to walk out of the room, feeling as if I made him uncomfortable.
“Did I say something?” I ask him causing him to stop and turn around, looking at me again.
“No.” He shakes his head. “It’s just… no one’s ever said anything like that about me. I don’t know how to process it.”
I walk towards him, closing in the distance. “It’s true.” Resting my hand on his chest. “You don’t give yourself enough credit, you are good, in your own fucked up warped way… you are good.”
He laughs, looking down. “You know what I do.”
“I do.” I smirk back. “Which should tell you if I say that you’re good, then you’re good.”
Reaching up he touches my face and leans his head down, resting his forehead on mine. “You’re too good for me.”
I can’t hold my laughter back as he says it. “You’re talking to the deadbeat-addict mother, here.”
His smile grows as he continues to look down at me. “Well, I guess we’re—”
“If you say something corny, I’m going to punch you.” He laughs.
“And what would you say?”
“We’re ride or die.”
“And that’s not corny?” he shakes his head.
“That’s the truth.” I smile at him.
“You don’t want to be my ride or die.”
“I understand who you are. I know what it means to say that.”
His lips press to mine as I wrap my arms around his neck pulling me back to him.
Kissing him abruptly until I finally pull back away. “Thank you for all of this.” My voice cracks as I say it. “I’m not sure if they’ll ever let me see him again.”
“They will. Or we’ll force them to.”
“How?”
“Do you want him full time?”
