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“Hmm.” He puts his hand down, sitting up further on his pillow.
“What do you think about Jacob’s mom?”
“She’s okay.”
“Just okay?” I smile at his noncommittal attitude.
“Yeah.”
“You sure that's all you think about her?”
“Yeah, She’s okay.”
“Just okay?”
“Yeah.” He shrugs, cocking his head to the side, brow slightly arched. “Tell me what you think about her?”
Smartypants. Well, it’s fair he asks me, and I’m going to answer honestly so he knows I like her, and he should, too. “I think she’s pretty, and she’s nice.”
“Mom’s really pretty, and she’s nice,” he counters, kind of catching me off guard with a pointed but not hostile look. “And mom’s smart. Like really smart.”
“You’re right. Your mom is all those things,” I agree, watching him smile.
After this revealing interaction, I know I’m going to need to find a way to get him on board the “Dad and Jacob’s mom” train; whether he’s on board or not, the train is leaving the station. For everyone involved, it’s better he’s on it from the beginning.
I broach the question carefully. “How would you like to spend more time hanging out with Jacob, would you want that? You like Jacob.”
“Sure I do. He’s my best friend.”
“Great. We might be spending more time hanging out with Jacob and his mom. Wouldn’t that be fun?”
“Sure, but what about mom? She’s going to hang out, too? She likes to have fun.”
Okay...I rub my chin between my forefinger and thumb, figuring a way to answer this. This coming together getting him on board isn’t going to be as easy as I thought. Now, what the hell am I going to say? I don’t want him to see Lacey as a threat in his mind, the bad person coming between his parents.
“Well, sometimes you could ask your mother if she would like to come and hang out if you want.” Fat chance in hell that will happen. I wouldn’t subject either one of them or myself to that catastrophe. But this answer works for now for Jackson. He sits up straighter with a bright smile. “Come here, bud.” I give him a big hug. “I love you, so much.”
He hugs me back. “Love you too, dad. Are you going to come back tonight and stay with me and mom?”
“Sure.”
“Yippee! I’ll go tell mom.” He hops off the bed. “I’ll help mom cook, and we can watch a movie. Mom!” He runs out of the room.
“What the fuck was that?” I whisper under my breath.
When the hell did he become so perceptive to turn things around like that? I came to get him on board the idea of seeing Lacey and me together, and he turned it around, interjecting his mother and me into everything, together.
If I do this wrong, it could end up in a tangled web of a mess. Let’s hope I’m more cunning than my six-year-old, so I don’t end up falling into the trap of being at the mercy of my kid’s wants and end up strangling myself in the middle of the tangled web. Fuck it—Bree. I have to make sure she doesn’t make Lacey the bad person to Jackson. I hope to God she’s not saying anything around him. Or where he can overhear, like us minutes ago in the fucking kitchen. Dammit. Sticky web.
“Where are you?”
“Sitting in my car, thinking about you.”
“Why would you want to do that after this morning?”
“Why wouldn’t I want to spend all my time thinking about the amazing, beautiful woman, who puts a smile on my face at just the thought of her?”
“Score one for you. I’m blushing. You don’t have to say those things though. You got me if you still want me after the clusterfuck I created and you stumbled in to without warning. I’m sorry about Jacob, and...yeah. Sorry.”
