Yes. She said yes.Of course, the question was just as important as the answer she gave because by me offering that question, I cemented my own fate in this agreement, if it should go south. But I realized as I was buried deep inside of her, watching helplessly as she relinquished control to me, that I was in deep. I was all in; throwing all of my chips in the center of the table.“So, where is your son tonight?” I ask, stuffing another piece of chicken in my mouth.Carmen wipes her mouth off with the napkin and takes a sip of her wine. “He’s with his father this weekend. He was supposed to go last weekend, but Nick - my ex - had to cancel again.”“Again? Like he does that often?”“Yeah,” she says as she sets her empty plate down on the coffee table. “Nick is the proverbial Disney Dad. He’s all fun and games when he wants to be, but disappears for short periods of time in between. He is a lawyer and has always been very career driven and focused. Unfortunately, Zach suffers because of it.”“Just Zach?”
