“What happened? Did he find someone else like Dad?”
She didn’t know how Archer knew that, but little ears picked up a lot.
The last thing she wanted to do was address anything that had to do with her ex.
“We were young. Only seventeen and friends before and after. We went away to different colleges and that was it. It wasn’t anything more than that. Sometimes in life, things just don’t happen at the right time.”
“Okay. So he’s still my friend and he’ll be your boyfriend too? Nothing is changing there?”
“No,” she said, smiling and shaking her head. “But would you be upset if he maybe held my hand or gave me a kiss?”
“Nope,” Archer said, reaching for his remote. “Just don’t make all those noises and say those love words like in the movies you watch.”
“What noises?” she asked, her eyes wide.
Archer puckered his lips and kept kissing the air and making lip smacking and smooching sounds. “It’s gross.”
She nudged his shoulder with her hand. “Okay, I promise, no kissing noises.”
“Can I get back to my game now?”
“You can,” she said, walking out of the room.
That went a lot better than she thought it would.
She picked up her phone and sent a thumbs up text to Jayce to let him know it was all good.
Guess she worried over nothing.
23
BETTER FOR THEM BOTH
“Iaced my report card!” Archer said the minute he walked in the back door.
Jayce expected a different response to his appearance, but had no clue since all Farrah did was send an emoji that Archer took it well.
“That’s great,” he said. “If I knew I would have brought dessert to celebrate.”
“Can we get ice cream after pizza? Mom ordered it already.”
“I’m always up for ice cream. What about you, Farrah?”
“Ice cream sounds like a great way to celebrate,” she said.
“Are you going to kiss Mom?” Archer asked.
His top lip disappeared into his mouth, his eyes got wide, and he glanced over to see Farrah grinning.
“I’d like that. Will you be upset if I do?”
“You can, but you can’t make any noises when you do it.”
“There are rules to it?” he asked. “Okay, you’re the man of the house. Tell me the rules. I should know them.”
“Really?” Archer asked. “Mom always says she’s the boss.”
“In this instance I think it should come from you,” he said, rubbing his hands. “Lay it on me. I can handle it.”
