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But to my surprise, he didn't push the issue.
Instead, he suggested we order our food and enjoy the rest of the evening.
Relieved, I agreed, and we continued with our dinner, chatting about everything and anything.
As the night went on, I found myself warming up to the idea of being with Dante again.
I still had reservations about moving in with him, but I was willing to let our son meet him and see how things went from there.
I took a deep breath, knowing that I couldn’t.
"I'm not ready for us to live together, Dante. But I'm willing to let you meet our son."
Dante's face lit up with a smile.
"Thank you, Angela. That means a lot to me."
I smiled back, feeling a sense of relief that the conversation had gone better than I had anticipated.
Maybe there was hope for us yet.
Chapter 8
Dante
Ithadbeentwodays since Angela and I confirmed our feelings for each other.
Even though we had decided to be together officially, we were going to take it slow.
There was still a lot of baggage between us that needed to be overcome, such as the three years of separation and the fact that I had a son, but we were determined to work through it.
Coupled with my work and Angela nursing my father back to health after his heart attack, we still managed to make time for each other, no matter how small it was.
Sometimes, it was a few glances when I entered my father's room to check on him.
Other times, it was full-blown conversations we managed to have when I managed to catch sight of her in the kitchen, fixing herself a cup of coffee.
All in all, our relationship was progressing steadily.
I was supposed to be going through some files as I sat in my office, but my thoughts were preoccupied with meeting my son for the first time.
Although I still had to wait till Saturday before meeting him, I was still filled with a sense of anticipation.
Even after having three days to get accustomed to the knowledge that I was now a father and had been so for three years, it still felt surreal to me.
I leaned back in my seat and twirled my pen with my fingers.
My eyes were staring at the ceiling of my office but the only thing I could see was an outline of my son.
I didn’t know how he looked or how tall he was.
Did he take after Angela?
Did he take after me or did he perhaps take after both Angela and me?
It was amazing to think that a one-night stand had led to this blossoming relationship between myself and Angela.
I couldn’t stop my mind from replaying one of our encounters that had led to us falling victim to our desires once again.
