Co-Parenting

I was taken aback by his question. After all he had a courage to say that? After the pain he caused me? I couldn't believe he was asking me this now. But I could see the sincerity in his eyes and I knew he needed an answer.

I swallowed my own saliva and my heart beat suddenly stopped due to the tension. We just looked at each other, the silence between us growing heavier.

But before I could answer, we were interrupted by a little boy's voice. We both looked behind and saw our son Marco crying. He ran towards us and I could see the fear in his eyes.

“Marco,”we uttered.

“Dad, mom, I had a bad dream,”he cried.

I immediately got up and went to comfort him, while Marcus followed close behind. We both hugged our son, trying to calm him down.

As I held Marco in my arms, I couldn't help but think about how much he resembled his father. He had the same dark hair and piercing blue eyes.

I saw how much of a daddy's boy Marco was and it melted my heart. Despite the tension between us, I couldn't