‘It’s small, but it’s a place to live.’ ‘That’s great.’ She smiled, happy for him. ‘Christian loves it. There’s a playground and a...pool. I promised I’d take him when I get unpacked. I got a two bedroom so maybe in the summer and on weekends he could stay with me.’ He added. ‘Max,’ She paused. ‘I think you shouldn’t spend so much time with him. He thinks you’re his father.’ Her green eyes locked with his. ‘I am his father.’ ‘Jordan is. He has been for over a year now. He may not be his. I kissed her softly and caught the tears with my fingers.“Hey, no tears. You know you and me is forever, what we’re doing here can never hurt that. It’s a beautiful thing, a gift to this wonderful lonely friend of ours, and something we both want.”“I love you, Pete,” was all my emotional wife could find to say, caught up in the moment. Normally so full of words, she was all out.One more soft kiss, and then our mouths locked together in a hungry fight as my hands worked at the catch and zip that. It is what Jason wanted.’ He passed the paper to her across the table. She held it for a moment then slowly unfolded the paper see across the top in old English writing ‘Certificate of Marriage’. She looked at the bottom of the paper and sure enough there was Jason’s elegant signature across the bottom. She released a loud sob as tears rolled freely from her eyes. Laysea gently ran a finger over his signature accepting what she had always known in her heart — she was not a fling for him, he had. “I don’t know. Are we doing it right? I’m confused” She put her head down. “I’m divorced for 2 years, I am living with my family since. It’s not easy for a divorcee to live peacefully in a society where she is seen as the culprit. As if cheating was my idea, which ruined my life. I was the one who was blamed for it. Now this being alone with my ex in my parent’s room seeing him naked.”She stopped for a while and again continued. “Yes, I desperately need some action in my life, but…” Her voice.