Leah had just dropped him off with us. It was early Saturday morning and my stomach was filled with butterflies. I wasn’t really in the mood for an inquisition, but when I saw the smile in Leah’s eyes, I realized she was teasing me.
“Oh, I don’t know,” I answered. “As soon as it gets boring, I’ll probably move on to another single dad.”
She stared at me blankly.
“That was a joke,” I explained. “Apparently not a good one. Too soon?”
Leah raised an eyebrow. “You think?”
Awkward. I looked back at Marco, who had stood up and was listening in with mirth in his eyes. “I like her.” I raised my arm and gave a mini fist pump. “She’s feisty.”
His shoulders shook with laughter. Dylan looked up at his dad, saw him laughing, and a small smile played on his lips.
Glancing back at Leah, I found her smiling at her son. Her eyes flicked to mine and thankfully she didn’t stop smiling. “I’m glad it all worked out, Hannah.”
“Me too,” I told her sincerely.
She grinned at her son. “I’ll see you after school on Monday, honey. Have a great weekend with your daddy.”
In answer Dylan hurried over to her and gave her a hug. I got the impression from the surprised look on Leah’s face that he didn’t usually do that when she dropped him off with Marco. I was guessing the need for reassurance and comfort from her was because there was a strange, tall blond lady in his dad’s living room and she didn’t appear to be going anywhere. The concern must have shown on my face because Leah said as she caressed her son’s hair, “He’ll be fine once he gets to know you. He’s just a wee bit shy. Ay?” She pulled back from him, looking down into his gorgeous face. “You’ll have a good time with Hannah, though. She’s Daddy’s other best friend, and you know if Daddy likes someone they’re usually pretty cool.”
Dylan looked at me a little dubiously over his shoulder but turned back to his mum. “Okay,” he replied quietly.
The urge to cuddle him was great. He was so adorable. I had to remind myself, however, that he was a little boy and not a puppy. I doubted very much he wanted to be smothered with kisses and cuddles while I baby-talked to him.
“See you later, honey.” Leah kissed him on the forehead and gently nudged him toward Marco. “Take care of him.”
“Always do,” he replied.
She smiled, gave us one last look, and her eyes seemed to be laughing at us like she knew something we didn’t.
When she was gone I looked up at Marco and said, “I really do like her.”
“She’s good people.”
Still smiling, I looked down at Dylan, who was watching my interaction with his dad like a hawk. “I heard three-year-olds love the zoo. Do you fancy a day at the zoo, Dylan?”
“I’m nearly four,” he answered, holding up four fingers.
Must. Not. Cuddle.
Pushing past the overwhelming adorableness, I replied seriously, “Well, I’ve heard nearly-four-year-olds love the zoo, too.”
His brows drew together. “Will there be lions?”
“They have two lions, I think, and big cats.”
Dylan’s face closed down at that and he moved into his dad’s legs.
“They’re in an enclosure. A big cage. They can’t get at you.”
He still looked unconvinced.
“Your dad will be there with us. Do you think he’s going to let a lion get near you?”
It was the right thing to say. He looked up at his dad, contemplated how big he was compared to himself and slowly shook his head.
Marco grinned and smoothed a hand over his son’s hair affectionately. “You ready to go, then, buddy?”
He nodded and reached for his dad’s hand.
As we were walking out the door, Marco’s other hand in mine, I asked, “You won’t let the lions near me either, right?”
“It is tempting.”
“That was definitely the wrong answer.” I sighed in mock weariness. “No more searching for superhero boyfriends on the Internet. They always turn out to be duds who’ll quite happily let you get eaten by a lion.”
Marco hissed in a breath through his teeth. “You do roll the dice when you find a boyfriend on the Internet.”
“What about penguins? Surely you won’t let the penguins get me?”
“I don’t know – that might be fun to watch.”
I stopped on the stairwell and Marco and Dylan drew to a halt on the steps below me. “No penguin protection? What kind of superhero are you?”
“You’re weird,” Dylan said quietly to me.
Marco burst out laughing. “Buddy, you don’t know the half of it.”
Since Dylan grinned in response, I took the “weird” comment on the chin and went with it.
Dylan and I stared at each other across the table.
Marco had left me with him while he went up to order us some food from the zoo café. Everything had been fine while we wandered around the zoo with Marco present as a buffer. When Dylan had gotten close to the lion enclosure and one of the lions let out what I think was really just a yawn rather than a growl, I had easily reassured Dylan so he didn’t go skittering off in fear.
But alone? Even if it was only for a few minutes? I felt so much pressure for him to like me that my mind was suddenly blank. I couldn’t think of any topics of conversation that were appropriate for a child.
“You were scared of the snakes,” Dylan suddenly said, tilting his head to the side inquisitively.