The next morning, I made us breakfast. I got up early to prepare the breakfast casserole, pancakes, biscuits, sausage gravy, fresh fruit, and monkey bread. I wanted nothing more than to stay cuddled in Edward’s arms. He held me close to his muscular body so tenderly, but with enough strength that I had to wriggle my way out of his grasp. When I was free, his lips pooched out in an adorable pout. I kissed him before walking down to the kitchen.
As I was putting the monkey bread into the oven, my son wandered into the kitchen, scratching his stomach, and yawning widely. His hair was a riotous mess, sitting down at the kitchen island. “You’re up awfully early, kiddo,” I said, pouring him a glass of orange juice.
“I had to pee, and I smelled breakfast,” he mumbled, giving me a sleepy grin. “Edward’s also up. I think he was in the shower.”
“Are you okay with my relationship with Edward?” I asked.
“Mom, he’s amazing and he obviously loves you so much. He said that he loved me, too,” Seth explained, a soft grin pulling at his lips. “I wish …”
“You wish what?” I pushed.
“I want Edward to be my dad,” Seth sighed. “I told him that and he said that … He treats you so good. He’s kind and I … I don’t know. What if he goes away?”
“I won’t, Seth,” Edward said as he walked down the stairs. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and sweater. “I mean, I will have to travel while making the movie, but that doesn’t mean that I’m walking away from you or leaving your mom. I’ll call you as often as I can. Rest assured, I will also be at your performance of your musical, Seth. I need to support my favorite kid.”
Seth’s grin brightened to wide smile before he shot off the stool and hugged him tightly. Edward laughed, kissing Seth’s forehead. They spoke quietly and I could see how much Seth adored Edward. However, it was Edward’s love for my son that made my eyes tear up. “Merry Christmas, Seth,” Edward said, hugging him.
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