Chapter 4

She sighed and placed her head against his chest.

“It’s not a phase, is it?” she asked quietly.

“I don’t know,” he whispered into the curls of her hair. “I want to believe it is, because it seems really stupid if it’s not, if it’s all one big thing that we’ve just been ignoring all his life.”

“He was so upset when you wouldn’t let him have that pony toy for his fifth birthday,” she remarked.

“And you sneaked into his room with that picture you drew and told him you owed him one little pony.”

She laughed, her breath warm against his chest.

“I remember that,” she said, and then slowly, she lifted her head, looking up towards him, meeting his gaze, “but wanting to play with girls’ toys, that doesn’t mean anything, does it? He’s still a boy, right?”

Jude was quiet as he held her.

“He’s still Charlie,” he said, after a moment or two.

Again, his wife buried her head in his chest.

“Oh, Jude, I don’t want him to go through this; people are going to treat him so bad.”