Then he said, “What do you say we continue this familyhood thing by watching a movie together and having some more tea?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
We watched Milk Moneyfrom 1994. We laughed together, sitting shoulder to shoulder, and drank two more cups of tea. Eventually, Colby joined us, snuggled between our bodies on my sofa, and enjoyed the movie.
Truth told, I never felt more like a father and husband in all my life. Safe. Relaxed. Loved. Cared for. Normal. Everything about that time with the father and son seemed real and amazing. I felt whole and important, and I didn’t want to get up once the movie had ended. I simply wanted to snuggle beside the father and son and relish the moment for another hour or more on the sofa, if not longer.
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Following the movie and snuggling, Dugan stretched, yawned, and ruffled a hand through his son’s hair. He told Colby, “We have to get you home to your mom, buddy. Tell Paul thank you for watching you.”