Treading Carefully

Sitting in Yvonne’s kitchen, watching her feed Kendo Jr, Terrence had a chance to reflect on how the past two weeks had gone.

The two of them had eased into the relationship so comfortably it felt as if he’d been born for this role. Anytime she needed something, he hadn’t even blinked. He had no problem being or providing what she needed.

Whenever he had suggested they do something, she hadn’t resisted. Once or twice she asked if they could include her son and where it had been possible, he had agreed readily. It had quickly become clear to Terrence that she was trying to remind him that she wasn’t as carefree as some of the other women in the dating pool. She had a son and he came with the package.