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“Always have been. You’re always just too busy drooling over my body to notice my mind.”
I laugh and twist in his lap so that I’m straddling him, and then I kiss him.
“I love you. You know that?”
“Yeah, I know,” he says with a smile. “And I love you.”
“You’re more...constant than I expected. Happy to wait in the background but as dependable as a rock.”
“I’m trying.”
“So what do you want from me?”
“Right now? Absolutely nothing. This is perfect just having you in my arms.”
“Have you always been this nice?” I smile. “I thought you’d be the most demanding, you know, because you were so desperate to find me and wouldn’t give up the hunt.”
“But now I have you, and I know you’re not going anywhere, I have my whole life to enjoy you.”
“You really don’t mind sharing?”
“I wouldn’t want it any other way. Can you imagine if I had to choose between you and my brothers? And then at every family event you’d be there, my wife, interacting with four of your exes...no it’s too awkward. Much better to share and live happily ever after times five.”
“Do you mean that?”
“I do.”
“Wife, hey?”
“I can’t blame Ace and Baxter for trying to lock you down. I would. Wanted to for ages.”
“You want to marry me?”
“I knew you’d be the girl I married the second you flashed me when we first met.”
“Oh that’s great grounds to choose a wife on.” I laugh.
“Okay, but it was it cemented once you let us in and showed us how amazing you are and we got to know you a little...both times around.”
We snuggle while the local news continues quietly in the background, but I tune out Cordelia’s story. Actually, I should probably turn it off but I can’t bring myself to move from the comfort of Reb’s lap.
“Mummy! Is that grandma on the telly?” Nix asks, shooting into the room and crashing to a halt to stare at the screen – which is somehow still focusing on Cordelia.
“Yes, baby,” I say, getting up to turn it off when I can’t find the damn remote.
“Why is she on TV?”
To lie or not to lie, that is the question? I really try super hard not to lie to my kid. Obviously, small white lies slip out from time to time like “later” and “maybe tomorrow”. But not about the big stuff.
I guess I don’t intend to start now. Rebel shoots me a significant look and scoops Nix up into his arms.
“Want to grab the others?” he asks.
“No. This is fine. You don’t have to stay.”
“Do you want me to go?”
“No.”
