Pulling out a weed Blaze sighed “I saw you kissing like you and mommy used to.”
“Did that bother you?”
He dug in the dirt considering the question. Shaking his head “not really. Mommy would want you to be happy.”
“What makes you think I’m not happy now?” he asked somewhat surprised at how observant his son was.
“You don’t smile like you used to,” he pointed towards where Chelsea and her brother were working. “At least not until she came. I want you to be happy. It’s okay with me and Esme if you get married again.”














