The first hour was awkward, to say the least. The kids sat stiffly on the edge of the couch, eyeing Buddy and Mr.
Whiskers warily. They answered Owen’s questions with monosyllables, their eyes darting around as if looking for an escape route.
Ethan, bless his little heart, broke the ice by bringing out his favorite toy cars and asking Max if he wanted to play. A tiny smile cracked Max’s serious expression as he joined Ethan on the floor.
Lily, meanwhile, had noticed the bookshelf.
“You have the entire Harry Potter series?” she asked, her voice tinged with interest for the first time.
Owen’s face lit up. “Yeah, I do. They were always my favorites.
Do you like them?”
And just like that, a conversation started.
As the day wore on, though, I started noticing little things. The way Lily would pull her hand back if Buddy came too close. How Max refused to sit on the couch, instead perching on a hard kitchen chair.
They were subtle, but they were there.
It all came to a head when Owen suggested we all sit down for a movie. Lily bit her lip, looking uncomfortable. “Um, Mom said we shouldn’t sit on your couch in case it makes us sick.”
The room went silent.
Then Max blurted out, “Mom said you care more about your new family and pets than you do about us.”
The words hung in the air like a physical thing.
Owen looked like he’d been punched in the gut.
He took a deep breath, then kneeled so he was at eye level with his kids. “Lily, Max, I need you to listen to me, okay? What your mom told you… it’s not true.
I have never, ever stopped caring about you. Not for a single day.”
“Then why didn’t you try to see us?” Lily asked, her voice small.
Owen’s voice cracked as he replied, “I tried. So many times.
But your mom… she made it very difficult. And I’m so, so sorry that I didn’t fight harder. That’s on me, and I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.”
I watched, my heart aching, as Owen connected with his children on a deeper level for the first time since the divorce.
There were tears and hard questions, but also laughter and, finally, hugs and smiles.
They even started playing with Buddy and Mr. Whiskers. Lily laughed in delight as Mr.
Whiskers batted at the string she whipped around for him, and Max ran around the yard with Buddy.
When Claire’s car pulled up, the goodbyes were bittersweet. After they left, Owen and I collapsed on the couch, emotionally drained but hopeful.
That’s when his phone rang again. It was Claire.
This time, there was no trepidation in Owen’s eyes as he answered the call and put it on speaker.
“Hello?”
“So,” Claire’s voice came through, but the smugness was gone, replaced by a tone I’d never heard from her before: uncertainty. “The kids want to know when they can come over again.”
Owen and I exchanged a look, a small smile playing on both our lips. How the tables had turned!
“What about next weekend?” Owen suggested.
There was a pause then Claire sighed.
“Fine. I’ll drop them off on Saturday morning.”
As Owen hung up, I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Well, would you look at that,” I said, snuggling into his side.
“The mighty Claire, asking permission instead of making demands.”
Owen wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close. “We did it,” he whispered, his voice filled with wonder. “We really did it.”
As we sat there, Buddy at our feet and Mr.
Whiskers purring on the back of the couch, I realized something.
The call that had started all this, the one that had filled us with dread just a week ago, had become a symbol of hope. What once caused tension had now become a test that we’d passed, bringing our family closer together.
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