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We spend the next few minutes chatting about our potential outing, and as we near the park—kids playing on the swing sets and other equipment that Wyatt considers herself too grown up for—I can’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness.
This could be the start of something wonderful, but only time will tell. For now, I’m just grateful that my daughter is mature enough and supportive enough to understand my dilemma.
I love that we can talk.
“Can we get ice cream on the way home?” Wyatt wants to know, always hitting me up for sweets.
“I guess so. But only if you promise not to be a smart-ass when you meet Dex again.”
She crosses her heart with a serious expression. “I promise. I’ll be nice. But I’ll still ask the hard-hitting questions we all want to know.”
“Fair enough,” I say, finally pulling her into a quick hug. “You’re my little detective.”
She squirms out of my embrace, still trying to maintain her “too cool for hugs” demeanor. “Yeah, yeah. So, when are we doing this?”
“How about this weekend?” I suggest. “I’ll text Dex and see if he’s free.”
Wyatt’s eyes light up. “Awesome! I’ll wear my best outfit.”
“Which outfit do you consider your best?” I am genuinely curious.
“My white pants and that pink shirt.” She says it with a dramatic roll of her eyes. “Or that dress Nana Simpson bought me for Easter.”
Nana Simpson is Colton’s mom.
“The dress might be a bit much for what we’re doing, but I love that you want to look nice.”
Dex seems determined to impress my child, and it sounds like she wants to impress him too.
As Wyatt dashes away from me again, I pull out my phone and send a quick text to Dex.
Me:
Just hadThe Talkwith Wyatt to see how she feels about “US”
Dex:
You did? What’s the verdict?
Me:
She’s fine with it. We can set something up, I feel like it’s safe
Dex:
Safe? Gee, try not to sound so enthused.
Me:
Sorry, but now I’m incredibly nervous . . . !
Dex:
It’ll be fine. I’m great with kids
Me:
You are?
