“He wouldn’t have cared.”
“Yeah, but I do. I missed the first year of that boy’s life. I’m not going to miss anymore.”
He took my hand and then we waited. The moment I saw that yellow bus coming into view I knew everything was going to be okay. It didn’t mean I wouldn’t worry, but it would get easier each day.
Jensen squeezed my hand. “I told you he’d be fine.”
“I know you did.”
“I think we should have another baby,” he said randomly. “What do you think?”
I shrugged. “Want to get started tonight?”
“If the kids go to bed early.”
We both laughed. It was unlikely we’d have time to ourselves, but we could at least hope.
While considering what to say back I watched in awe as our little boy stepped off the school bus. “Yeah, I definitely think we should have another one.”
The End.
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