“We have to be at Grandma and Grandpa’s for dinner soon,” I reminded Andrew.
“You can come to dinner, can’t you Devin,” Andrew asked.
I shook my head. “I’m sure Devin has plans.”
“Trying to get rid of me?” He quirked a brow at me.
“Are you saying you want to meet my parents?” I retorted. Wasn’t that the last thing most men wanted?
He blanched slightly but then said, “Yes. Yes, I do.”
“We need to ask them too,” I said. “We can’t just invite a guest without checking.”
“They’ll say yes.” Andrew patted Devin on the cheek. “They think my mommy needs a boyfriend.”
I coughed. Devin grinned. “Do they now?”
I rolled my eyes.
“Yes, because I don’t have a daddy.”
Devin frowned. “Why not?”
Andrew lay his head on Devin’s shoulder. “He went away.”
Everything inside me stilled as I waited for Devin to put two and two together.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” he said.
“Do you have a daddy?” Andrew asked him.
“Yes.”
“Did you like it?”
“I suppose I did.”
“Did he take you to the park and on airplanes?”
Devin’s face was unreadable as we neared the house. “Not so much. I had a nanny who took us to the park.”
“What’s a nanny?”
“It’s like a babysitter, honey,” I said, noting some sadness in Devin’s expression.
“Like Grandma?”
“Yes, I guess so.”
We reached my building, and Devin continued to carry Andrew as we rode the elevator and we entered my little apartment. I felt self-conscious about our humble abode. It was neat and tidy, and served its purpose, but I knew Devin was used to larger, grander living spaces.
“I’ll get my book,” Andrew said when Devin put him down.
“Do you want a drink or something?” I asked Devin.
He shook his head taking a seat on the couch.
“If you don’t want to stay for dinner, now is the time to tell me or I’m going to call my mom and let her know you’re coming.”