She looks out the window and bites her lower lip. “If this was before Bradley, I would say no, but I have Beckham and a baby to think about as well as myself. Right now, I’m having a hard time trusting men.”
I don’t blame her. She’s been burned badly. Being abused and controlled for the last four years would make anyone hesitant to trust new people.
“I’m going to lay this out for you because I don’t want it to blindside you later. I like you, Delilah, and I like your son. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I’ve felt a pull to you that I can’t explain, and I want to investigate it further.”
She opens her mouth to what I’m sure is going to be her politely turning me down, but I stop her with a finger to her plush lips.
“I know now isn’t a good time in your life, but let me get to know you and you can do the same with me. We’ll take it slow and if you see me as only a friend, I’ll try to learn to accept that fate.”
Her mouth opens and closes a few times before she finds her words. “I’m not saying I’m considering what you’ve just said, but I want to know. How can you want a relationship with a woman who has children that aren’t your own?”
“You know December isn’t my real mom. She’s my stepmother, but she’s treated me and my brother more like a mother than our biological one ever did. Blood doesn’t make a parent. Love does, and I can say with one hundred percent certainty that it wouldn’t take me long to love your son.”