“Okay, Love you too, Henry.” I hit end on FaceTime.
I’ve called and spoken with all five of the boys and asked their feelings about their mother living with a man after only dating him for a few months. When I say it out loud, it sounds crazy. If and when I’ve heard people say, “Hey, we’ve been dating for three months, and we are moving in together,” I always pray for the best for them. But a part of me still worries that is way too soon for such a big move. However, now that I find myself here, after meeting and falling in love with a man so quickly I don’t feel any uncertainty, I don’t doubt it. I feel warm, happy, excited, and full of love.
All five of my boys like him and all five, six, including Caroline, expected this and approved. They agree it seems fast and sudden, but they knew after the Christmas holiday together, that it was around the corner for us. They know we are crazy in love with one another. I think Aiden has made it clear that he’s here to protect me and care and love me and that he intends to do that if they approve or not.
He showed me affection freely in front of everyone during the holidays. It started Thanksgiving when Aiden made it clear he was very, very comfortable in my house. It was a very odd thing when I realized one-day making dinner that Aiden knows my home much better than my children. Henry’s first time seeing my new home was only through video until he came to Ohio for Christmas.
Henry tried to be subtle on the phone, so did Max, Elliot, and Drew. The four of them mentioned my finances and other question about if we were keeping our things separate at this time. I couldn’t answer because I never stopped to think about money. I haven’t even thought about what I intend to do with my house. I know it seemed foolish to them; they always tease me about how I can be naive to things. Maybe I am, I haven’t even thought about these questions, let alone their answers. I’ve only thought about living and dreaming and sleeping side by side with Aiden.
My phone rings, I’m still holding it, it’s Caroline. “Hello,” I answer.
“OH, MY GOD! NANA WILLOW, YOU ARE MOVING IN WITH AIDEN!”
I hold the phone out so she doesn’t bust my eardrum. “I know, we just got off the phone.”
“I know, I know, but I couldn’t talk freely in front of my husband.”
I groan, “What are you going on about? Are we playing the game where we are friends, and you want me to pretend you aren’t married to my son.”
She giggles, “Yes, exactly, Willow. I’m so excited for you; he is one giant good-looking hunk of a man.”
I laugh, “He is, isn’t he?”
“Yes, he is, Oliver likes him. He won’t admit it to you, but you know your son is somewhat of a male chauvinist pig. He feels relief you have someone other than Aunt Vi to watch over you. When can we see your new house? We scoped it out before we left town Thanksgiving weekend, unbelievably beautiful. I told Ollie that it reminds me of a Georgian mansion, like the Alpha Gamma’s sorority house at UVA. I have so much I want to talk to you about, I miss you living a mile away and drinking coffee together. We need to meet halfway one morning for coffee. Oh, can you do this Wednesday? I have the day off. We have a doctor’s appointment in the afternoon, but I took the whole day because I was feeling icky the day I scheduled it.”
“Any more morning sickness? You feel all right, don’t you?”
“The ginger snaps really help settle my stomach. No, I’ve been feeling fine, just tired. Can you meet Wednesday at the Amish restaurant, it’s an hour away from both of our houses?”
“I’m off Wednesday, so that will work. I love this idea. What time?”
“I want to sleep in a little, so how about I’ll meet you at ten, that will give me two hours to visit before I need to head home to meet Ollie for our appointment.”
“Okay, I can do that. I’ll see you Wednesday. Love you, Caroline.”
“Love you too, Nana Willow.”