Jenna rushed up, smiling, kissing me like nothing was wrong. She smelled like coconut and lies.
A box of pizza on a coffee table | Source: Midjourney
That night, after the girls had gone to bed, I ran a hand down my face and sighed.
“Jenna… maybe you were right, babe.”
“About what?” she asked, tilting her head.
“About the girls. Maybe… maybe I can’t do this. Maybe I should give them up. Maybe we should find a family who will take care of them. They need a mother… not us… we’re substitutes, nothing more.”
A pensive man sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney
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Jenna blinked slowly, her eyes lighting up as she realized what I was saying.
“Oh, sweetheart,” she said. “That’s the mature thing to do. It’s the right thing for all of us.”
“Yes, Jen. And maybe… we shouldn’t wait on our wedding. Losing my mom made me realize that we don’t have time to waste. So let’s just do it. Let’s get married!”
“Are you serious, James?” she shrieked.
“I am. I really am.”
“Oh my goodness! Yes, James! Let’s do it. This weekend — small, simple, whatever we want.”
I shook my head.
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