“Daddy!” Oliver screamed and jumped into my arms.
I refused to let him go.
Ultimately, I reassured Natalie that I wasn’t there to take Oliver away. But I was also firm that if she did something like that again, I would be forced to take legal action.
On one hand, I think I understand the pain and uncertainty that Natalie felt at the thought of losing her child. But it also made no sense.
Given the opportunity, I would have told her I was happy Oliver would be a big brother.
I’ve insisted that Natalie and I go to counseling to address any underlying issues from our divorce.
Mike has been a great source of support for her, and I’m grateful that if anyone had to be a stepfather to my son, it’s the man who phoned me and told me the truth.
Back home, the distance between Oliver and me was unbearable. I couldn’t let that be our reality anymore. I opened my laptop, scrolling through job listings.
There was no question about it.
I had to be closer to my son.
And soon.
“Next time, Natalie,” I muttered to myself, “I won’t be so far away.”
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