Those Questions

Marco glanced up at me, his deep, soulful eyes meeting mine. He simply nodded and returned his attention to his painting. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment at his lack of excitement. I had expected him to leap for joy or at least show some enthusiasm. But it seemed I had misjudged the situation.

"Is something bothering you, sweetheart?" I gently inquired, hoping to coax him into opening up.

Marco hesitated for a moment before finally finding his voice. "Mommy, I don't want another daddy."

His words caught me off guard. I never anticipated him expressing such sentiments. "What do you mean, darling? Elijah won't be your father, he'll just be your stepfather."

Marco shook his head, his expression resolute. "But I don't want any stepfather. Daddy Marcus is my only father."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I grappled with the impact of our divorce on Marco. I never wanted him to be affected in this way. "Marco, you know how much I love you and your father. Getting married to