"You were the one who told me that Corey's parents are going through a divorce."
"It doesn't matter-"
"It does. You said to me that one time that you minded that you didn't have a dad, but you didn't want your mom to know, or it would have made her sad. Now you have a dad. How do you feel?"
He shrugged.
"Good, I guess."
"David."
His expression turned sheepish and he found himself wondering how his dad did it. With one word, he could say a lot of things. He had asked his mom about it, and she had laughingly answered that his father was responsible for a large company and had the authority thing down pat. Whatever that means.
"I feel happy."
He admitted.
"Having a father, one that's there for me, it's not just the stuff you buy."
He flashed a grin.
"It's more than that. I can talk to you about anything, and you never ignore me. Even when you're busy with your important stuff. You never act like I'm bothering you."
For a moment, Rodney could not speak. His heart was so full, it felt as if it was about to burst wide open. He tried swallowing the lump that had lodged itself in his throat, but it stayed right there.
"Dad? You okay?"
"Just processing."
Taking the boy's hands, he squeezed gently.
"Those are the most profound things I ever heard. You, your mother."
His gaze drifted to the sleeping baby, and he felt the emotions storming through him.
"Deon are the most important people in the world to me. You're my family. And let's not forget your grandmother."
He added with a smile.
David snuggled against him, loving the feel of his solid strength.
"So, you're saying I should talk to Corey."
"Why don't you invite him for a sleepover?"
The boy's eyes turned huge.
"Can I? We could pitch a tent outside right by the pool and have roasted marshmallows and lots of hot dogs."
Rodney chuckled at his excited expression.
"We'll run it by your mother first and hear what she has to say."
"She'll say yes if you ask her. She's completely bonkers over you."
Rodney's brows shot up.
"Is that so?"
