* * * *
It took some time for our breathing to return to normal, and I hoped he felt as well-used as I usually did after such an amazing bout of lovemaking.
But there were things we needed to discuss. “Mark?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“No child should have to be that self-reliant.” I could feel the tension in his shoulders, and I stroked and kneaded the muscles.
“Nothing wrong with a little self-reliance.”
“I think he has more than a little. And at his age…” It wasn’t right. “What are you going to do?”
“What do you think I’m going to do?”
Although he couldn’t see it, I smiled at his answering a question with a question, something we’d harried each other about doing. “You’re going to keep him.”
“Yeah, I guess I am.”
“I had no doubt of it.”
“Don’t be so smug about reading me right. You’re going to be involved in this too, you know.”
“Ah. Uncle Quinn?”
“I called all my old lady’s men ‘uncle.’ Does it bother you?”