Telling Oliver

Damion

I got up early, butterflies in my stomach that left me feeling anxious. My life was going to change, which meant Oliver’s life would change. I wanted to make him a nice breakfast. It would make the news I had to tell him a little easier for him to handle. I hoped anyway. I had held off on saying anything until I knew for sure. I had gotten the email late last night. Things were happening and they were happening fast. I figured there was no point in dragging anything out. It was like pulling off a band-aid in one fell swoop. I preferred to get it over with, rather than let the pain and suffering linger.

I flipped the pancake in the pan, checked it and slid it onto a plate. “Oliver, breakfast is ready,” I announced.

I was waiting for him to tell me it was too early. I was about twenty minutes ahead of our regular schedule. I wanted to give us some time to talk and answer any questions he had about our new plan. I had woken him up early and got him moving. I was glad he was a morn