Page 67 of Right the Wrongs

“They are, but we’ll have Elisa and this little one for quite a few years still,” I say, rubbing my still flat stomach.

“I just want to stop time. Keep them all little and here with us,” he says.

“You’re having a hard time with Liam moving,” I observe.

“I’m sorry. I am not trying to put any of that on you,” he says.

I push him to turn around. “It’s okay. I made my peace with Liam. I know that it’s hard for you to be away from him. You raised him alone, and for a long time, it was the two of you against the world. I am here for you, even if the issue is my ex-husband.”

“When did this epiphany come?” he asks.

“It’s been coming slowly. I gave him his mom’s contact info. I should have asked you before I did it, but I thought he had a right to any answers he might be seeking. I realized that we’re all just people bashing our way around the world. He doesn’t know the whys of anything any more than I do.”

“What do we do from here?” he asks me.

I shrug. “The best we can.”

“As long as you’re next to me, I’m in for the good and the bad. Till death do we part,” he swears.

I think back to the conversation I imagined with my mom. “Even then, it’s only a pause. You and I are eternal.”

He scoops me up in his arms. “Damn right we are. I love you with everything I am, in this life, and beyond.”

We might have started out wrong, but his love set everything right.

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