Griffin looked at me in confusion, then back at Jeremy. “And your dad is okay with that?”
“No!” It sounded as if he wanted to add the worddummy. “Dad doesn’t know about it. I don’t tell him, and my uncles don’t either.”
I smiled. Growing up, I’d played that exact same card with my grandparents. They spoiled me to the moon and back, and my parents never knew anything about it.
“I can make pizza. I bought all the necessary ingredients when we were out shopping.”
Jeremy’s eyes widened. “You know how to make pizza? It’s my favorite.”
I grinned at him. “Yep.”
“I can help. I always help Dad cook.”
“Sure,” I said. “Between the three of us, we can prepare the pizza really quickly. I bet we can start watching movies within an hour.”
“Yes, yes, yes. I love it here. Can I come more often?” Jeremy asked Griffin as we went to the kitchen.
He chuckled. “Sure, buddy. I love having you here.”
Opening the fridge, I took out the tomato sauce, mozzarella, basil, and the dough.
“Which part is your favorite?” I asked Jeremy.
“I like to put the tomato sauce on the dough.”
“Then you start with that. I’ll shred the mozzarella. If you want, you can sprinkle that on too.”
“Yes, I do,” he said. His eyes were glinting with happiness.
As I rolled out the dough, Griffin opened the can of sauce. I wondered if life could actually be like this. I could see us doing this exact same routine on a Saturday in a few years, going shopping with our boy and then cooking together. My heart started to ache—that’s how much I wanted it.
At first, I thought I didn’t want a relationship, when really I just didn’t want another bad one. But this? Yeah, I wanted this.
But was it truly possible?
Just be happy about today, Phoebe. Enjoy every second.
Grabbing the can with both hands, Jeremy started pouring the sauce very carefully. He was biting his tongue with the tip stuck out.
Griffin came to me on the other side and kissed my cheek. I shifted my focus from Jeremy to him. “You’re good with him.”
“I’m enjoying this.”
“Thank you for this amazing day.”
He looked at Jeremy and then at me for a second before helping Jeremy.
And I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe I wasn’t the only one imagining something more.
CHAPTER 25
PHOEBE
“Darling, he sounds so wonderful,”Mom said.
“I know, right?”
“I don’t know many men who would decorate a room at their house for their nephew.”
