The little guy looked a bit confused for a moment, then nodded eagerly, "I want a sister."
"Last night, your mom and I were, well, you know, working on that for you," he said, trying to keep it simple, giving the kid a look that said, trust me, it's all for you. "That's not being mean, that's just putting in the effort."
The little guy didn't quite get the grown-up stuff.
But he hated hearing his mom in pain.
"Can we make sure mom doesn't get hurt next time? If a sister comes from that, she might not be happy either."
"I promise."
He assured him that next time, the little guy wouldn't even hear a peep.
Poor Eliza, she was so easily embarrassed.
She might even have some lingering awkward feelings about this.
Eliza got herself dressed, tidied up the sleeping bag, and stepped out of the tent.
The morning air was crisp and refreshing.
Casper had whipped up some simple steaks.
Brock was happily munching away.
Thinking about last night’s events... she found it hard to meet Casper's gaze.
"Come have some," Casper said, walking over.
Eliza murmured a response and joined him.
Casper had already cut up the steak and eggs, handing them to her, "Once we finish eating, we’ll head back home."
"I need to take Brock back to preschool, and then I’m off to Oak Falls," she said softly, her voice low but clear.
Casper paused, then smiled lightly, "Alright, I'll sort things out at Falconridge and go with you to Oak Falls."
She felt there was no need for them to be glued at the hip.
After everything they'd been through.
A little space to let things simmer down was probably a good idea.
"No, that's okay."
"You don’t want to go together?" He sounded a bit hurt but hesitated to push further, "It's fine, I'll drop you off. I'll give you space, just don't... "
He trailed off, unsure if he should finish, worried it might upset her.
Eliza looked up, puzzled by his unfinished thought, "Don't what?"
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