She nodded. “Okay.”
“Tomorrow. I want him to meet my family and take his rightful place as a Roarke.”
She flinched.
“I have an extra room at my place. I’ll fix it up for him. Right now, I’m at my parents. He needs to know his family.”
She nodded. “I’ll have him ready, but…except for my parents, he’s never been away from me.”
“If he gets scared, I’ll bring him home.”
“Thank you.”
The door opened and her parents walked in. The way their eyes darted between us, I could see they were assessing the situation. Her mother was the first to recognize that what Serena and I had was gone. She rushed to Serena and hugged her.
Mr. Moore’s eyes narrowed toward me. “Now son, I know she hurt you—”
“You don’t know the first thing about what I feel.” I had no reason to want to impress her parents. Not anymore.
Andrew’s eyebrows arched up in surprise. “Are you mad?” He looked around the room stopping at Serena. “Did you hurt my mommy?”
“No, I—”
Andrew drew his fist back and punched me in the thigh. “You don’t hurt my mommy.”
“Andrew!” Serena rushed to him, kneeling down to hug him. “Mommy is okay.”
“You’re crying. Why are you crying?” His little lip quivered and I hated that I was the one coming out to be the bad guy.
She stayed on her knees as she leaned back to look at him. “Because I did a terrible thing and I feel really bad about it. I hurt Devin. He has a right to be mad.”
Andrew narrowed his eyes as he glanced at me.
“You need to tell him,” my mother said. “Graham, let’s go in the kitchen.”
“Let me grab my whiskey first.” Graham grabbed his bottle and disappeared in the kitchen.
Serena stood and took Andrew’s hand leading him to the living room. “Sit on the couch, baby. I…we have something to tell you.”
“Is Devin leaving us?” This time when he looked at me, sadness filled his eyes.
“I’m never leaving you, Andrew. Not ever.” Holy hell, I was a father.
“See. It’s going to be fine.” She smiled and I had to hand it to her, she sure seemed to know how to pull it together for the boy. She sat on the coffee table and motioned me to sit next to her.
“What’s going on?” he asked, and I hated how worried he seemed.
“Remember when you asked about your dad?”
He nodded.
“I wasn’t completely truthful.”
His head tilted to the side. “Why?”
“I don’t have a good reason, but I’m going to tell you the truth now, okay?” She held his hands, pulling one to her lips and kissing them.
“Okay.