I close my eyes, feeling happy tears prick the back of them. “He said he’s in, Nolan and all.”
“Really?” Her voice cracks with emotion, and I can’t fight the few tears that slip out.
I nod, wiping them away. “Right? What am I supposed to say to that?”
“You don’t have to say anything. You deserve this. Don’t fight it and enjoy the ride. Remember, it’s your plans, but God’s path. He could be the guy you’ve been waiting for. You just needed to bring Nolan into the world first.”
That really makes the tears fall, so she reaches up and gives me a hug.
I’ve never once thought that Nolan was a mistake. No matter what his father did to us, I knew he was meant to be here, so hearing her say that just fills my heart even more.
“Come on.” She pulls back from our hug. “Let’s go get that little boy of yours.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Christy
Nolan and I both get ready for the day, but I don’t tell him what’s going on until Evan’s on his way to pick us up.
“Hey, bud?” I say as I enter his room, where he’s lying on the floor, playing with Legos. “Want to go grab some lunch?”
“Sure,” he says, not paying me any more attention.
“What sounds good?”
“Anything,” he answers, still not caring at all that I’m even standing here, talking to him.
“Well, my friend Evan was thinking?—”
His head pops up. “Evan, the baseball player?”
I try not to laugh. “Yeah. He was thinking we’d?—”
He jumps up from the floor. “He’s coming with us?”
A giggle escapes my lips, no matter how hard I was trying to keep a straight face. “Yeah. Are you okay with him joining us?”
“Absolutely!” he says, using his big words, which always makes me laugh. “Can we go to Tailgate Oasis again?”
“If that’s where you want to go, sure.”
“Yes, Mommy, please.” He clasps his hands together in a begging motion.
“I already said sure.” I laugh.
He runs past me. “Let’s go then!”
I chase after him. “He’ll be here in a few minutes.”
He sits on the little bench I have by the door to put on his shoes. “I’ll be ready when he gets here.”
“Wait, before you put those on, go potty and clean up those Legos.”
“But, Mom …” he whines.
“You have time, I promise. Now scoot.”
He walks away with a huff, and I once again hide my reaction from him. If I knew this was the secret to getting him out of the house faster, I would have started dating a long time ago.
