Somehow, subtle as can be, he’s managed to work his way back into my heart. I sit down on the swing that he gifted me, thefirst gesture in the new paradigm shift between us, and I marvel at how inevitable it all feels between us.
Maybe fighting it was just stubborn pride on my part. Because the truth is, how could I not consider the possibility of giving myson a real family? How could I not give my baby two parents who love each other… maybe?
I mean, the love part is a certainty on my side. I’ve scraped and clawed to deny it, but I’ve lost that battle fair and square.
With Dmitri, of course, nothing is quite so clear.
I grip the ivy-circled rope and swing gently back and forth while I admire everything that Dmitri has created here. Two of thewalls are painted, one in blue and the other
