Page 107 of Someone to Remember
“We’re a crowd when we all get together. My son, Christian, is eight, and my daughter, Maisy, is six. They’re in third grade and kindergarten.”
“I need pictures.”
I call up a recent photo of my babies on my phone and hand it over to him.
He takes a long look at them before smiling as he hands the phone back to me. “I remember them now. They’re adorable.”
“They’re good kids. I’m lucky.”
“My Clarissa talked about Maisy after that night. She said she’s very nice.”
“Aw, that’s great to hear.”
“So between us, we have six kids, eight and under. In reality, we should never speak to each other again.”
I laugh at the statement and the grimace that accompanies it. “We really shouldn’t.”Please don’t agree with that. Please don’t agree with that. Shut up, Kinsley.
“Except this is kind of fun.”
I hope I’m not blushing, because that would make me mad. “Yes, it is.”
“Are you going to the wedding this weekend?”
“I’m looking forward to it, and so are my kids.”
“I accepted their kind invite, but I’m not sure if taking four kids to a wedding by myself is the best idea I’ve ever had.”
I’m thrilled to know he’ll be there.Oh, Kinsley… “All the kids are going. Yours will fit right into the madness.”
“In that case, I feel better about inflicting my crew on such a special occasion.”
“Gage and Iris wanted their kids’ friends there because it’s a big day for them, too.”
“Sure is. After reading Gage’s amazing posts, I’m so happy for him—and Iris and the kids, too. They deserve their happy ending.”
“They really do, but we all do after what we’ve been through.”
“Have you dated at all?” he asks.
“A little. Nothing special. It’s rough out there.”
“It sure is. One of my friends has tried to get me to do online dating, but the thought of it is revolting.”
“You’d be very popular on the sites.” The words are out of my mouth before I recall that I was supposed to be shutting up.
His left brow goes up, and naturally, it’s a good look on him. “You think so?”
“Uh, yeah. They’d snap you up so fast you wouldn’t know what hit you.”Great time for diarrhea of the mouth, Kinsley.
“Until they find out I have four little kids and no mommy.”
“Nah, that’d be catnip to them. They’d all want to save you and your babies.”
His curled lip indicates his thoughts on that. “Ew.”
I can’t stop laughing at the face he makes. “Don’t tell me you haven’t heard from any of the PTA mommies yet.”
“A few have reached out to ask if they can help with anything.”
