Page 131 of Single Mom's Guide to Love

The perfect calm after all of the chaos.

“Is it bad that I want to take this reality show just on spite?” Maeve asks. “The final fuck you to the woman who put me through hell?”

I laugh and shake my head. “Maybe not have that be the entire reason why you take it? But sure, it can be a cherry on top.”

“You’re right,” Maeve groans. “You know, for being a young billionaire, you’re annoyingly responsible.”

I laugh and walk up to her, setting my hands on either side of her on my desk. “When you say annoyingly, do you really mean sexy?”

Her eye roll is playful and signals that she’s not truly mad about the impromptu meeting. “More like infuriating.”

“Sure, Love…” I break down her last wall with a smile as I lean into kiss her.

Am I ever going to get tired of this? I can’t imagine a time when. I damn well know it’s not now.

My life has only gotten better since the moment I met Maeve in that airport bar. Has it been a rollercoaster? Almost immediately. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Because in these small moments, between the meetings and the work, the media and the headlines, the play dates and family outings, are the moments of calm.

And those are bloody perfect.

“Mom! Logan!”

We slowly back away as Jayce comes barreling into Logan’s office.

“Hey, buddy,” Maeve says as I stand away from her and adjust myself. “How was school?”

“Logan? Can I ask a question?”

Something I’ve come to learn from Jayce is that he’s inquisitive beyond belief. If there’s something he wants to know an answer to, he doesn’t hesitate to ask. And then return with the approximate two-hundred follow-ups he’ll likely have.

Seeing that he has a very serious look to him, I sit him down on one of my chairs and kneel so we can be eye level. “Anything, mate.”

“Can you come to my school and tell my friends that you made SpaceCraft? They don’t believe me.”

Amid the craziness of our lives the past months, one night we were sitting around watching the telly when Jayce asked what my job was. It started as curiosity that my office was at home, when Maeve and Josh’s jobs weren’t. It then dawned on Maeve that in only telling him what he needed to know at the time for an arrangement we thought was temporary, she neveractuallytold him what I did for a living. The stars in his eyes were a memory I won’t soon forget.

It has also led to approximately two-hundred questions about why certain things were designed the way they were, a definitive ranking of who my favorite characters are, and questions about the game I never even thought of, let alone had an answer to.

“Let me guess,” I say. “You told all your classmates at school that your mum’s husband invented SpaceCraft.”

“I did. Rosie believes me, but Corban and Maddox said I was a liar.”

I don’t know who these Corban and Maddox tikes are, but they’re about to get embarrassed in front of all their classmates. I wonder if I can hack their gaming systems and make it have an unexpected bug?

“Of course I’ll come in,” I say. “I’d be happy to. Maybe I can see if Kat can dig up some gifts for your classmates.”

“Yes!” Jayce yells. “You’re the best, Logan!”

Jayce leaps into my arms for the biggest and best hug. I know that I’ll never be his actual father, and that’s okay. He has a father who, despite going off path for a minute, loves him and is very much part of his life. And as a lad who had a father whocouldn’t be bothered, I’m glad that I can be part of someone’s life who hastwofather figures who love him endlessly.

And if I’m able to give him cool points with his friends at school? Then that’s the role I’ll take on.

“I’ll be there too.”

I look to Maeve, who has a look in her eye that looks familiar. “And why would you be doing that? I talk to titans of industry on a regular basis. I think I can handle a group of first graders.”

She shakes her head. “Absolutely not. Once word gets out that you’re coming, every class mother will be chomping at the bit to volunteer that day.”

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