Getting Deep

Once we finish eating, the boys run to the playground and we're left alone again.

"The boys are cute," Theo mentions, looking at them as they leave, "You're like their mom, right?"

"I guess you could say that. I've been taking care of them completely since Beau was two and Knox was like seven," I reply, he's listening to me like he's actually listening to me, which is something you'd expect, but the only person who really listens to me is Violet, "I consider myself only their big sister because I'm fun. I let them sleep in late, I let them have all the desserts they want, sometimes I let them skip school and we play all the time. But I'm the only person who takes care of them, so yeah."

"That's nice. You've done a good job, you should be proud," he says and I have to look down and swallow because a lump suddenly forms in my throat and my eyes get watery for a second. I've never had someone say something like that to me before, "Would you like to have your own kids one day?"

"No way,"