Matthew placed his right hand on Thompson’s shoulder and used his left to point at everyone who’d joined them on their walk. “My family is here,” he said “You and Julie are here, along with Thompson, Dinah, and Nate. The fact that we aren’t scrapping in the streets is, in and of itself, a minor miracle…”
“This still-mate may not last beyond today,” Thompson agreed, “but it is a good start.”
Matthew touched Jasmine’s stomach while he contemplated what Thompson had said. Thompson wasn’t one to be so touchy and, at their display, he frowned and said, “The way that you’re touching Jasmine’s belly, a stranger might assume that you are the father…”
Matthew’s face became gloomy. He rubbed his lips hard and found himself searching for words that just weren’t there. Jasmine too looked guilty, th
