What We Built Together
HANNAH’S POV:
They didn’t talk on their way back home.
I was already in bed in the evening with Elijah reading beside me, when we heard the knock.
“Come in,” I said.
Andrew stood in the doorway in his planet pyjamas, they were slightly too short at the ankles now but he refused to stop wearing them because they were comfortable and Andrew had a very practical philosophy about clothing. He looked at me and then at Elijah and then back at me.
“I need to talk to Amelia,” he said. “But I wanted to tell you first.”
I sat up properly. “What happened?”
He came in and sat on the end of the bed and folded his hands in his lap and he looked at the duvet rather than at
“I was jealous,” he said.
Just like that. Clean and plain and with no attempt to soften it.
“Is about today,” I said since I already knew.
“Yes. When they announced the results. I was proud of her and I was also jealous and I did not like feeling both things at the same time because they seemed like they should not be able to exist in the same place.” He paused. And it was because I was jealous that I asked her for a rematch which didn’t help any matters between my twins and I.”
I looked at my son. This eight-year-old boy who had just described his own emotional state and its effects on his behaviour with more accuracy than most adults manage in a lifetime.
“Being jealous is not wrong,” I said.
“I know,” he said. “But being short with her because of it was. And I did not tell her the truth about why I was being that way and that was also wrong.” He finally looked up at me. “I want to go and tell her. I do not like going to sleep with something unresolved between us.
Elijah set his book down.
“Also,” Andrew said, and his voice changed slightly and it became something more measured and more considered, “I have been thinking about what I said to Amelia during the debate. About rules protecting people whose feelings are different from everyone else’s. I think that argument was actually about her. About me and her. We are on the same side even when we are on opposite sides and I should not have taken so long to act like it.”
The room was very quiet.
“That is a very brave thing to realize,” Elijah said. “And even braver to say out loud.”
Andrew nodded with the slow nod he always used when he was filing something away. Then he stood up.


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