Page 132 of Single Mom's Guide to Love

I love it when my wife gets possessive…

I give her a wink, because we’re going to be saving this conversation for later. When we’re alone. “Jayce, I’ll email your teacher and set something up.”

“Thanks, Logan!” Jayce makes his way out of my office, forgetting about his backpack, which he left in the middle of the room. And his shoes.

“I think he’s comfortable here,” I joke.

“Are you kidding me? He was comfortable from the first cinnamon roll you gave him.”

I put the shoes near his backpack and make my way back over to Maeve.

“Was that my wife being possessive?” I ask, resuming my position that I was in before Jayce stormed in. “Don’t want the PTA moms trying to swoop in?”

She shakes her head, though I see the devilish look in her eye. “I wouldn’t call it possessive.”

“Oh really?” I ask as I lean in to start kissing up and down her neck. “What would you call it?”

She pulls me in by my shirt and wraps her legs around me. “Just me wanting them to know that you’re mine.”

I don’t know if the day will ever happen that I get tired of Maeve saying that. I can’t imagine so. Because in a short amount of time, this woman changed my life.

She was a stranger at an airport bar.

She was one night I was never going to forget.

She was my reluctant designer.

She became my friend.

And now she’s my wife.

I get a chance to have a life I never believed possible. I get to be a bonus dad to the best kid. I get to have a family that’s full of love and not toxicity.

And it’s all because I bought a beautiful woman a drink at the bar.

guide to love rule #130

Never say never.

epilogue

Maeve

“Guys!We need to get going! I don’t want to be late!”

I finish putting in my earrings as I’m speed walking to the gaming room, where I’m hoping my son and husband are ready to go and just killing time for me to finish before we head to my parent’s anniversary dinner.

Forty-one years. What an accomplishment. Also a weird year to have a big dinner to celebrate, but who am I to judge? When you’ve been married that long I think every year should come with a fancy dinner.

But as soon as I walk in, I realize that was just wishful thinking. Because there they are, looking like twins in Batman T-shirts and gray lounge pants, hair a mess, as they play a beta version of Logan’s new game.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m annoyed. They should be ready. I’ve told them to be ready. But it does melt my heart a little every time I see them playing games together.

“Seriously?”

My snark bounces off them both. Neither turn off, or even pause, the game.

“We’re almost done, Mom,” Jayce says as he starts moving his body along with the controller. Because, you know, that helps.

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