I refuse to think about the relief I feel at mom's suggestion. I can roll with the punches, and now that I think about it, having Diana's disloyal ass near is maybe a good thing. Who knows what the hell schemes and plots she'd come up with when I'm not looking. No, this way is better; this way I can keep an eye on her, make sure she doesn't pull another runner.
Not that I care. As long as she doesn't take my babies anywhere, she can walk herself off the face of the earth for all I care. These up and down moods are going to play hell with my equilibrium. Better deal with her one way or the other before I make myself crazy.
As I walked through the garden with the boys in my arms with my brain having even more than eighty thousand thoughts and several other memories of me and Diana.
Something I hate but in past used to love that I can recall every second of the time I spent with her like a slide show on a projector runs in brain.
Meeting her. Falling in love with her .
Asking her out. Diana straight up refusing me. Me being persistent and finally she agreed. Then memories of our date all of them taking me in deeper thoughts.
Only when Calen and Cayden yawn and cryout a bit that I come out of the dazed trance I went to and turn back to go into the house.