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“Yeah!” Jameson shouted.
Again, not sure if I should be worried about his excitement regarding blowing things up, but it was better than him wanting to kiss girls or me wanting to kiss his father. Because, man, could his dad kiss. Hence the reason Jameson was born. A shiver went through me, just thinking about Drake’s kisses.
Drake grabbed the remote and clicked play. “We filmed this scene just outside of Munich. The car I’m driving is a McLaren.” Drake’s eyes got all dreamy, along with our son’s.
“That’s so cool.” Jameson practically drooled at the sleek black car speeding down the road, being driven by his dad.
“I bought one last year.”
Of course he did.
“Really?” Jameson scooted closer to Drake.
“I can bring it to the set and show you.”
Great. Just great. Drake was going to become a Disneyland Dad. Show Jameson the wonders of his rich and famous world. Snowmen and sliding in socks on the ballroom floor were going to pale in comparison.
“Can I ride in it?” Jameson was eager to know.
Drake at least had the wherewithal to look at me first, before he responded. Very good. He employed the WWCT rule.
“No back seat equals no. Sorry.” I smiled at Jameson, who already had the pouty lip going.
“Ugh,” Jameson groaned.
“When you get older, then.” Drake offered.
Did that mean he was in it for the long haul? Please let him be, I silently begged. Let him love our son.
Jameson was somewhat placated. The two leaned back at the same time, and even folded their arms the same way, to continue watching the clip. It was fascinating and a bit frightening, how they mirrored each other.
I let them do their thing while I cut out paper hearts. According to George, Daisy always strung paper hearts across the ballroom to decorate for the ball when she was alive. That was a lot of paper hearts. Izzy and I had been sneaking in time whenever we could to cut them out. I wanted to surprise George with Daisy’s old tradition. It also gave me the excuse to observe Drake and Jameson together. While Drake wasn’t warm and fuzzy, he was eager to explain each clip and scene to Jameson and seemed pleased by how attentive and anxious Jameson was to listen to him and ask questions. For a brief moment, I had a glimpse of what our lives could be like. Oh, how I wanted it. Nights cozied up together on the couch after a long day, just the three of us. Something was so right about it. About us. How could that be, though? Drake wasn’t looking to be a family man, and his life was in LA and on the big screen, not in Fair Hollow. He’d made it clear how he felt, yet he was here.
Between clips, Drake interrupted my thoughts. “Tell me more about this Valentine’s Day ball.”
“It’s kind of a big deal around here.” I carefully cut along the lines of the pink hearts I’d printed out. “The entire town is invited. People come dressed in their finest—lots of ball gowns and tuxes. A band plays all the big band classics of the past, and we dance the night away. George gives a speech about the magic of love, and of course there will be amazing food, and Izzy will probably spike the punch.” I grinned, earning me one in return.
Drake scrolled, looking for the next clip. “Will you be wearing a ball gown?”
“As soon as I find one, yes.” I had gone to the ball last year with George, but as I was the owner now, I wanted something new. Something special to wear. I’d been searching in my free time, which meant hardly at all.
“I’m going to be my mom’s date,” Jameson informed Drake.
“Best date around.” I ruffled his curls.
“You could come,” Jameson invited Drake.
I swallowed hard, not knowing how I felt about that. On one hand, I would love nothing more than to have Drake come—to dance with him. Although that was a foolish thought. On the other hand, there would be no more secret if he came. Which could be a good thing. But would Drake prove himself worthy of being the dad Jameson deserved in a month’s time?
Drake ran a hand through his hair with an uneasy look. “I wish I could, but I have to get back to LA soon. It’s awards season and I’ll be attending the BAFTAs the week of Valentine’s Day,” he made his excuses.
“How fun. I know how much you love London.” Did that come out bitter? Probably. It was ridiculous for me to think we would fit into Drake’s life. It’s not like I expected him to change all his plans for us—for his son. I was the one who didn’t give him a heads-up on the whole dad thing. But I knew it would always be one thing or another that would demand his time and attention. Such was his life. He wasn’t about to trade in the glitz and glamour for sleepy Fair Hollow.
