My hands froze over a tiny blue sock. “Why do you ask that, baby?”
“She looks like me. And she always knows how to make me feel better. Like you.”
He smiled. “Then I’d be really happy.”
The next morning, I told Tina everything. She cried. We both did.
Then we told Ben. He didn’t react with shock or anger. He just nodded. “I knew it.”
We went to the café later that day. The moment Tina walked out with our drinks, Ben jumped from his chair, ran to her, and wrapped his arms around her waist.Continue reading…