In the morning, while I was preparing Oliver’s breakfast, I got to thinking about a gift for Cameron. I’d had a couple of ideas, although there was one in particular I was leaning towards. It had to be something that didn’t upstage whatever his father was going to give him and it also had to be something special, to show him I loved him like I loved his daddy.
“I was wondering…” I said handing Oliver a plate of sausages and scrambled eggs. “…if I could borrow that picture of Cameron in your wallet.”
Oliver looked at me blankly. “What for? I mean, sure you can, but…” Then he started grinning. “Really? You’re going to paint my boy?”
He reached into his back pocket and retrieved his wallet.
I sat down opposite him with my coffee. “Why not?”
Oliver took out the photo and passed it across the table to me. “Are you going to have enough time?”
“Even if I have to work twenty-four hours a day, every day until his birthday.” I laughed. “Actually, when exactly is his birthday?”