Jayce would be here for most of it. Not the full two weeks, but both weekends and a few days during the week.
Maybe it’d be too much for them, but they’d had too little also.
She needed this as much as she was positive he did.
“I’m ready,” Archer yelled, coming out of the bathroom. “I just pooped too. So I’m good.”
“Thanks for sharing that,” she said.
Archer put his hand up to slap Jayce. “Did you wash extra good this time?” he asked, hesitating to slap palms.
“Yes,” Archer said sarcastically.
“How about a hug too?” Jayce asked.
Archer jumped and smacked their hands, then gave Jayce a hug. She did the same and she left through the mudroom andinto the garage with Jayce pulling both suitcases. Arguing she had it would fall on deaf ears.
The hour drive to meet Tucker flew by and they arrived before her ex like always. She often wondered if he did it on purpose so he wouldn’t be the one waiting with a kid in the car.
Just one of his little games of control he’d had in the past.
She long since gave up trying to figure Tucker out or even worrying.
“Can I get a drink before Dad gets here?” Archer asked.
“I’d rather not,” she said. “You’ll just have to go to the bathroom because you slurped it down.”
“Can I ask Dad when he gets here?”
“You can,” she said. “He is the one making those decisions.”
“Here he is. That’s his car, isn’t it?”
She turned to see the BMW pull in. “Yes.”
She popped the trunk on her car and got out while Tucker pulled next to them. Archer was standing by the car too.
The minute Tucker climbed out, Archer went to hug his father. Tucker returned it, barely. She wouldn’t say a word. He just wasn’t a touchy feely type of person. He never was.
Not for any kind of emotional support.
“Hi, Dad.”
“Hey, bud. Are you excited for this trip?”
“I’m really excited. But I’m thirsty. Can I get a drink? Mom said no because she didn’t want me to have to pee on the ride to your house.”
She held back a smirk. The fact Archer said she’d already told him no, meant Tucker would go against her decision. There was part of her that hated her son might have figured that out already.
“I’ll get your bags out if your mother wants to grab you a drink inside. We won’t eat lunch for a bit as I’ve got to run some errands, so if you want something else, get that too.”
That was where communication would come in handy.
“Are you fine with him eating chicken strips and fries in your car? It’s not as messy as a burger might be.”
“Whatever he wants,” Tucker said.
That was a new one. Maybe this was going to be a great trip for her son.
