“Great Grandpa called me before Molly got me.”
He lifted his eyebrow.
His grandfather had made a full recovery. Their relationship wasn’t great but they were better.
He’d gone back for Christmas this year with Molly and Jonah.
His cousins still didn’t talk much to him, as if he was to blame for so much more. Like the fact their grandfather was now talking to him again.
He’d just decided to live his life his way and screw everyone else.
But he wouldn’t keep his past life a secret from his son.
Jonah deserved to know his heritage because it’s the only one he’d ever have the knowledge of.
“And what did he have to say?” he asked, putting the menu down.
“That today was about your heart and not about love.”
He laughed. Leave it to his grandfather to say that. “What did you say?”
“I told him all I wanted was chocolate.”
“Good answer. Don’t change it either.”
Molly winked at him. “I didn’t get any chocolate.”
“You’ve got something better coming for dessert.”
“Really?” she asked. “Well, I can’t wait. So we should order our food now.”
Bethany came over, took their order, they ate and they laughed and he tried not to sweat his balls off over what he was going to do.
And here of all places on top of it.
But the truth was, it felt right that not only was it the time, but the place.
So when their plates were cleared and three red cupcakes were brought out, both Jonah and Molly were rubbing their hands together.
“Red velvet. It’s perfect today.”
“It is,” he said. “That one is yours. It’s a bit different from Jonah’s.”
“Why?” Jonah asked.
“Because you won’t like the one I had made special for us.”
“You don’t know that,” Jonah argued. “What’s different?”
“Well, Molly likes to experiment with food so that is what I did for her. There are beets in there.”
“Oh,” she said lightly clapping her hands. “I love it. I love beets too.”
“I’m not sure I’m going to love it, but I thought it’d be fun.”
“Totally fun,” she said. “Can I try it?”
Jonah was already diving into his and not paying attention. “Not yet.” He reached for her hand, his thumb tracing over her wrist. “This pulse right here, it’s beating. Just like mine does for you.”
