I loved the house, and couldn't wait to spend some time there. It was perfect, and a kid's paradise.
"So, this is going to be your bedroom. I don't want you to feel pressured or uncomfortable to share a room with me, so I figured that you might like to have your own room."
As much as I loved his new change and thoughtfulness, I had thought about it and had wanted to share a room with him. If I was willing to take a risk, then I had to go all in.
"It's okay. We can share a room. It's okay. I mean, if you want."
"Are you sure? I'm not forcing you into anything, and you can have the room if you want. It's all up to you. It's your decision, and I'm not pressuring you. I want you to feel comfortable, and if you want your own space then I will respect that."
I rolled my eyes at him. He was
