“Mmm?”
“With him being here, like this…”
“Living with us?”
I nod.
“I think so,” he shrugs.
“Evan, this is important.”
“Okay, well, what do you want me to say? That I’m happy? That I can’t wait to have a new dad?”
“You already have a dad.”
“Exactly. So this is nothing to do with me.”
“Of course this is something to do with you, you’re my son and he…”
“And he’s your boyfriend, Mum.”
Seriously? Ryan O’Connor is my boyfriend? I hadn’t thought of it like that.
“You have to like him. I don’t.”
“But we all basically live together.”
“I don’t mind him being here.”
“That’s not the response I was hoping for.”
“What do you want me to say? That I’ll make a speech when you get married?”
“Evan!”
“What?”
“We’re not going to get married.”
“Right, as if you hadn’t thought about it.”
Had I thought about it? Not until now, but come on. We haven’t known each other very long, he has a difficult past. He’s scared to trust another woman.
“I don’t think it’ll ever happen.”
“Do you want it to?”
“I don’t know,” I say honestly. “Sometimes I’ve thought about getting married, having a family.”
“Other kids?”
“Would you mind?”
“I don’t think so…oh, good morning!”
I turn around suddenly to see Ryan on the stairs wearing only a pair of jeans.
“G-good morning,” I say, embarrassed, hoping he didn’t hear any of our conversation. “There’s coffee in the pot and a few eggs left. There might even be some bacon left if Evan stops stuffing his face.”
