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Epilogue
Jessa
“We’re going to be late,” I say as Andy buries his head into my neck. “Didn’t you say dinner reservations were at six?”
“Seven,” he states.
“You said six.”
“Sometimes I say things, so you’ll be ready on time.”
I smack his chest. “So, are you saying we have some spare time?”
My hands wander to his pants to undo his belt. At the same time, Bentley lets out a cry. Letting out a huff, I shake my head. “This kid is a cockblocker.”
“He ain’t so bad,” Andy says with a grin, disappearing to Bentley’s room and bringing him out moments later. “Where’s Mama, Bentley?”
Bentley points to me but doesn’t reach out because it’s all about Andy. With his pacifier in his mouth, he rests his head on Andy, still tired from his nap. I grab Bentley’s bag, packing his things for his weekend stay with Benedict.
Since Rosemarie’s death and our separation, things changed with Benedict. While our marriage was beyond repairable, we were able to come to an agreement regarding custody of Bentley. He wanted to continue seeing his son regularly, so after I moved out of the house, Andy and I lived in Dad and Kate’s flat while looking for something more permanent.
I counted my blessings, though I never took for granted Benedict’s patience with Andy being in Bentley’s life permanently. Co-parenting can go two ways, but thankfully, I’d learned a lot from my own experiences with Dad, Mom, and Kate. I didn’t push Benedict to spend time with Andy but encouraged him to be open-minded about giving our son the best possible childhood, which involves all of us being amicable.
As much as I wanted to move back home, Bentley’s best interest was to stay close to Benedict. On alternate weeks, Bentley stayed with Benedict with the help of Eliza. While my suspicions at the time were only preliminary, her request to move in permanently made no sense since Bentley wasn’t always around. However, it wasn’t my place to get involved in my ex-husband’s personal life.
But the good news came when Benedict informed me of his desire to move to Manhattan. It’d been a long-time dream of his to expand his family’s company, and with Rosemarie gone, he finally decided the time was right. His mother detested anything American, including me, of course.
Even though Manhattan wasn’t home or where our family lived, it’s closer than London. So, the move began. Andy still had his apartment, though it was too small for the three of us. The bachelor pad was exactly that—a pad for one person and the occasional overnight visitor.
Once again, it all worked out. Nash sublet the apartment from Andy, and I sold my apartment on the East Coast. We purchased a brownstone in Tribeca, a compromise to a somewhat bigger home with a small yard for Bentley to play in.
“Bags are packed. I don’t think I’ve forgotten anything,” I say out loud, rubbing my chin.
“Will you relax?” Andy tells me while changing Bentley’s diaper. “Benedict has everything.”
“You know, you look sexy wearing a suit while changing a diaper,” I tell him.
With a smirk playing on his lips, he grabs a banana and hands it to Bentley to eat.
“I’m not telling you where we’re going.”
“Why?” I stomp my foot, crossing my arms. “You know I hate surprises.”
“Some things never change with you.”
Heading out the door with Bentley is always a mission—the stroller, his bag, and my own bag. When we finally have everything, we head into a cab to Benedict’s penthouse.
Eliza opens the door, welcoming Bentley in her arms. I’m glad out of everyone Benedict could’ve chosen to have a relationship with, it’s Bentley’s nanny.
“There’s my boy,” Benedict smiles while taking Bentley from Eliza. Something passes between them until Benedict grabs an envelope from the table and hands it to me.
“What’s this?”
“Our divorce papers. Official as of today.”
