(Bill)
It took everything in me not to jump out of my car, scoop my little boy up and hug him tightly.
I wanted him to know his father loves him, that I'd waited for this very moment over the years, hoping he existed.
But then, it's a process. I don't want to cross the line either. Tiff might get the wrong signal, she'd think I want to get custody.
I don't want to rush things. I'm going to take it one step at a time.
Hopefully Tiff would willingly see my efforts and let me be part of our son's life.
The buzzing of my phone distracts my thoughts. I look over it and it's Mom.
I shrug. Here goes nothing.
I hit the green button, bringing the phone closer to my ear.
"Bill. Let's have dinner. It's been long we had one. Up for it?"
Okay, now she's acting weird like we didn't just argue
