mommy.”
Andrew ran his hands through his hair. He didn’t know what to say. “Grown-ups are complicated.”
“Yeah, I know.” Matthew giggled. “In kindergarten, the girls just ask me if I like them or not.”
He chuckled. “I wish it was that simple, little man. Let’s say your prayer.”
Matthew put his little hands together and said the words his father had taught him.
“Good night, Tio . I love you.”
“I love you too.” He kissed the boy’s forehead and stood.
***
Sherry leaned against the doorframe, listening to her nephew and Andrew. He was so good with him. She moved to the living room and read the papers he’d given her. “Is he crazy?” She asked herself out loud as she continued reading.
“No, I’m not crazy,” Andrew, said with his hands in his pockets. “When I see something I want, I go after it.”
“And what might that be?” she asked, still looking over the documents.
“You.” He strolled closer to her.
“Whatever, Andrew. We’ve known each other since our siblings were friends and you never showed any interest in me, so why all of a sudden?” She dropped the papers on the table.
“The attraction was always there, Sherry, but you always seem to get under my skin, drive me crazy, get on my nerves.”
“Okay, okay I get the point.” She sighed. “Look, I’m not your type and you’re not mine, this will never work.”
“What’s my type?” he asked, sitting down next to her.
“Well, the obvious.” She pointed and rubbed her skin, “I’m not a blonde or a size-zero model-type. I love to eat.”
He stared at her and shook his head. “You think I’m that shallow? I like all types of women and it’s not only the physical aspect, it’s the whole package.”
“Andrew, you’re asking me to stay married to you, and not only that, you want me to move in here with you. We’ll kill each other.”
“All I’m asking for is one year, and after that if it doesn’t work out, I’ll give you a divorce.”
“Why me? Why not Leann? She seems like a nice lady. She could give you what you want.”
He held her hand. “Yes, she’s nice, but the chemistry between you and me is powerful. It won’t hurt to try.”
“I wont deny we are amazing in bed.” She blushed. “But out of the bedroom, it’s another story.”
“You don’t know that. Tell me you never imagine you and me. It has nothing to do with the color of our skin, or who we’re related to. What matters is us. When we needed someone to talk to we found each other.” He lifted her chin. “Am I wrong?”
She gazed at him. “No, you’re not wrong, but I know it will never work. What will we tell our family?”
“The people I care about already know, and gave me their blessing.” He rubbed her cheek.
“Who?”
“My brother, his wife, and my dad.”
“You told your dad.”
“Yes, I called him and let him know he has a new daughter-in-law. He was happy, even if he didn’t see this coming, but then again we Johnston’s do things that way.” He remembered how they’d all found out about Matthew. Shannon and Matt had shared a one-night stand, and she got pregnant. Matt and the family found out he was the father when he was born with the Johnston stamp, his green eyes.
“My parents aren’t that understanding.”
“Remember, you’re a grown-ass woman, and I know your mom will get over it.”
“But my dad won’t. You’re not what he envisioned for my husband. You’re everything he warned me about, starting with the color of your skin. He still hates Matt.”
“Do you have an issue with my ethnicity?”
She hurriedly cupped his face. “No—”
“I married you, not your dad. Just like my brother, I can handle anything he throws at me. What’s with the excuses? You already told me you don’t need their approval.”
“You thought about everything, huh?”
“What’s it going to be? One year married to me, or months in court fighting, wasting your money on lawyer
Andrew ran his hands through his hair. He didn’t know what to say. “Grown-ups are complicated.”
“Yeah, I know.” Matthew giggled. “In kindergarten, the girls just ask me if I like them or not.”
He chuckled. “I wish it was that simple, little man. Let’s say your prayer.”
Matthew put his little hands together and said the words his father had taught him.
“Good night, Tio . I love you.”
“I love you too.” He kissed the boy’s forehead and stood.
***
Sherry leaned against the doorframe, listening to her nephew and Andrew. He was so good with him. She moved to the living room and read the papers he’d given her. “Is he crazy?” She asked herself out loud as she continued reading.
“No, I’m not crazy,” Andrew, said with his hands in his pockets. “When I see something I want, I go after it.”
“And what might that be?” she asked, still looking over the documents.
“You.” He strolled closer to her.
“Whatever, Andrew. We’ve known each other since our siblings were friends and you never showed any interest in me, so why all of a sudden?” She dropped the papers on the table.
“The attraction was always there, Sherry, but you always seem to get under my skin, drive me crazy, get on my nerves.”
“Okay, okay I get the point.” She sighed. “Look, I’m not your type and you’re not mine, this will never work.”
“What’s my type?” he asked, sitting down next to her.
“Well, the obvious.” She pointed and rubbed her skin, “I’m not a blonde or a size-zero model-type. I love to eat.”
He stared at her and shook his head. “You think I’m that shallow? I like all types of women and it’s not only the physical aspect, it’s the whole package.”
“Andrew, you’re asking me to stay married to you, and not only that, you want me to move in here with you. We’ll kill each other.”
“All I’m asking for is one year, and after that if it doesn’t work out, I’ll give you a divorce.”
“Why me? Why not Leann? She seems like a nice lady. She could give you what you want.”
He held her hand. “Yes, she’s nice, but the chemistry between you and me is powerful. It won’t hurt to try.”
“I wont deny we are amazing in bed.” She blushed. “But out of the bedroom, it’s another story.”
“You don’t know that. Tell me you never imagine you and me. It has nothing to do with the color of our skin, or who we’re related to. What matters is us. When we needed someone to talk to we found each other.” He lifted her chin. “Am I wrong?”
She gazed at him. “No, you’re not wrong, but I know it will never work. What will we tell our family?”
“The people I care about already know, and gave me their blessing.” He rubbed her cheek.
“Who?”
“My brother, his wife, and my dad.”
“You told your dad.”
“Yes, I called him and let him know he has a new daughter-in-law. He was happy, even if he didn’t see this coming, but then again we Johnston’s do things that way.” He remembered how they’d all found out about Matthew. Shannon and Matt had shared a one-night stand, and she got pregnant. Matt and the family found out he was the father when he was born with the Johnston stamp, his green eyes.
“My parents aren’t that understanding.”
“Remember, you’re a grown-ass woman, and I know your mom will get over it.”
“But my dad won’t. You’re not what he envisioned for my husband. You’re everything he warned me about, starting with the color of your skin. He still hates Matt.”
“Do you have an issue with my ethnicity?”
She hurriedly cupped his face. “No—”
“I married you, not your dad. Just like my brother, I can handle anything he throws at me. What’s with the excuses? You already told me you don’t need their approval.”
“You thought about everything, huh?”
“What’s it going to be? One year married to me, or months in court fighting, wasting your money on lawyer
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