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“How do I tell her?” I ask, feeling lost, and Grayson raises an eyebrow.
“You sit her down and tell her. It’s simple.”
“It doesn’t feel very simple,” I mutter.
Grayson laughs. “Well, whatever you do, don’t drink the night you tell her. She’ll think it’s just the booze.”
I nod slowly. “You’re right.” A headache is forming at my temples. “I don’t want to drink anymore anyway. Too old to be shit-faced,” I groan, and Grayson laughs.
“That’s right, old man,” he teases, and I reach over to punch him in the arm lightly.
By the time I get back to my office, there’s not much work to do. I’m taking out some clients later in the week, but for now there’s just commission paperwork for myself and my team, and I fill it out quickly.
It’s only about four in the afternoon, but I figure I only get so much time with Kenna, so I go home and she’s standing outside by the pool, watching the kids paddle around.
I’m determined to tell her after the kids go to bed, and she stays outside for a while before taking Eli to bathe him. I stop her, taking him from her.
“I got it,” I say. “You relax. You just got out of the hospital.”
She stares at me for a moment but then nods and hands Eli over, who only whines a little.
Maggie takes her shower with the door open while Eli splashes around in his bathroom, and Maggie goes down easy. Eli, however, wants a story from Kenna.
“It’s just me tonight, honey. Kenna’s resting.”
Eli’s green eyes widen. “Is she sick again?”
“No,” I say easily. “She just needs to rest because she was sick before. Just like you.”
“She could rest in my room,” he says slyly, and I laugh.
“I think she’d prefer her own bed, bud.”
“But I miss Mama,” he whines, lying down and pulling the covers up, and my heart aches.
“You know Kenna isn’t really your mama, right, Eli?” I ask gently.
Eli peeks out from under the covers. “Why not? Can’t she be? You could marry her.”
I froze. “You want me to marry Kenna?”
Maggie had brought it up before, but never Eli.
Eli nods eagerly. “Yeah. Then she could be here all the time and take care of us!”
“I don’t know if she wants to marry me,” I mumble.
“Did you ask her?” he asks, as if in a scolding tone, and I chuckle.
“No. No, I haven’t asked her.”
“Well, thenaskher, Daddy,” he says as if I’m stupid, and I smile and kiss his forehead.
“I’ll think about it,” I say. “You get some rest, little man.”
Eli nods and closes his eyes and I sigh, walking out of his room and half-shutting the door.
Kenna’s standing in the hallway, looking at me wide-eyed.
