“This is all my fault, you know.”
“Rosie, he seems fine. Let’s not jump to conclusions until we go to the doctor, okay?” Connor watched as Rae slunk down to the floor.
This was an awful way for her to be welcomed home. He’d hoped they could have a nice family dinner then maybe enjoy a quiet evening, just the two of them. Instead, Eva had to upset her mother with her college decisions, Caleb had to bring up Dre’s Change and Anthony…no, he was actually glad that Tony came to them rather than waiting any longer.
“No. It’s not okay. My son is turning into a ghost, and I did this to him.”
“No, you didn’t. It’s not your fault that he’s like this. How were you supposed to know this would happen? I need you to calm down sweetheart.” He sat down on the end of their linen chest and scrubbed his face. They would deal with this, like they dealt with Dre and Eva. So much for having at least one normal child. He looked up at Rae and sighed. Normal was overrated anyway.
Rae started to laugh and he raised an eyebrow in question.
“Sorry, I was just thinking how overrated being normal is. At least he doesn’t stand out anymore, right?” She smiled at him.
Grinning, he pulled her up from the floor until she was standing in front of him. “I was thinking the same thing.”
Hugging her around her waist, he felt the tension roll out of his shoulders. She was getting better at letting things go and accepting change. He was proud of her. When she brushed her hand through his hair, tugging lightly, he groaned and pressed his face into her abdomen, breathing in her scent. He’d missed his wife. “Rosie…”
“I know. A terrible way to come home, but maybe we can salvage the evening?” She leaned down and kissed him.