Chapter 6 - THE LITTLE BOY WHO ASKED HIS FATHER TO BE BRAVEI went to see Grace at the small apartment she had rented near a neighborhood park.
I did not bring my bodyguards inside.
I did not bring gifts.
I brought Noah.
He ran to her the moment she opened the door.
“Mama Grace!”
Grace dropped to her knees and caught him in her arms.
They held each other for a long time.
I stood in the hallway, watching my son bury his face against her shoulder.
Then Grace looked up at me.
Her eyes were wet.
“Thank you for bringing him.”
“He has missed you.”
“I have missed him every day.”
Noah pulled back.
“Are you coming home?”
Grace brushed his hair away from his forehead.
“Not today, sweetheart.”
His face crumpled.
“Why?”
She looked at me.
I crouched beside them.
“Because grown-ups have things they need to fix sometimes.”
“Did you break something?”
I swallowed.
“Yes, buddy.”
He looked worried.
“Can you fix it?”
The question nearly broke me.
I took his little hand.
“I can try.”
He thought about that.
Then he looked at Grace.
“Daddy needs help.”
Grace laughed through her tears.
“Yes, sweetheart. Sometimes he does.”
Noah turned toward me.
“Say sorry.”
I stared at him.
Then I nodded.
“You're right.”
I looked at Grace.
“I'm sorry I allowed Vanessa to hurt you.”
Grace held my gaze.
“Thank you.”
“I'm sorry I treated your place in our family as something that could be taken away by someone with a different title.”
Her lips trembled.
“And I'm sorry that I asked you to trust me without giving you enough reasons to do so.”
Grace was quiet.
Then she said, “I need more than an apology, Adrian.”
“I know.”
“I need to know that Noah's home will be safe, even when you're angry. I need to know that your mother cannot decide whether I belong in his life. And I need to know that if someone hurts me again, I won't be expected to endure it because you have more important things to deal with.”
I nodded slowly.
“You have my word.”
She looked at me for a long time.
Then she glanced at Noah.
“I want him to have his father.”
“He will.”
“And I want him to know that Claire loved him.”
“He will.”
“I never want him to think he has to choose between the two women who love him.”
I felt my throat tighten.
“He won't.”
Grace lowered her eyes.
“And I need to know that if you love me, you love me as myself.”
I took a breath.
“I do.”
“You haven't said that before.”
“Because I was afraid.”
“Of what?”
“That if I admitted it, I would have to accept that I could lose you.”
Grace's eyes filled.
“You can lose people even when you refuse to love them, Adrian.”
I looked at her.
“I know that now.”
For a moment, we simply stood there.
Then Noah took one of Grace's hands and one of mine.
“Family hug.”
Grace laughed softly.
I wrapped my arms around them both.
For the first time in weeks, my son smiled without looking over his shoulder.
When we finally separated, Grace kissed Noah's forehead.
“Would you like to come to the park with me?”
He nodded eagerly.
She looked at me.
“You can come too, if you'd like.”
It was not an invitation to return home.
It was not forgiveness.
It was a small, fragile opening.
I accepted it with both hands.
At the park, Noah climbed the playground steps while Grace stood nearby.
I watched her laugh as he slid down the little yellow slide for the sixth time.
Then she turned toward me.
“What are you thinking about?”
I smiled faintly.
“How much I took for granted.”
She looked back at Noah.
“He doesn't need a perfect father.”
“I know.”
“He needs one who shows up.”
I nodded.
“Then I'll show up.”
Grace studied me.
“Even when it isn't easy?”
“Especially then.”
She looked away, but I saw the faintest smile touch her mouth.
May you like
It was not the end of the distance between us.
But it was the first time I had felt that I might be able to cross it without forcing her to take a single step toward me.
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