“I want to be their father even if you and I are only co-parents for the rest of our lives.”
Elena studied him.
Then the corner of her mouth lifted.
“That might be the first sensible answer you’ve ever given without making a five-year plan.”
Alex smiled.
“It only took me six years.”
Elena turned toward the kettle.
“Another cup?”
Alex raised an eyebrow.
“Only tea?”
“Only tea, Alex.”
He accepted.
Neither called the evening a reconciliation.
There was no promise of remarriage.
No second proposal.
No dramatic declaration that
