With a deep breath, I dialed his number. He picked up on the first ring. “Jake, I’m so sorry,” I began.
“I was scared, not just for myself, but for Luke. I know I jumped to conclusions, and I’ll understand if you can’t forgive me.”
“Mia, I understand your feelings,” Jake replied. “You were protecting your son, and that’s natural.
I forgive you. Come back here. Let this be our funny story, not a reason to break up.”
I smiled through my tears and heaved a sigh of relief.
Jake’s understanding meant everything to me. I turned to Luke, who was watching me with wide eyes. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” I said, pulling him into a hug.
“Everything’s going to be okay. The bones weren’t real. They’re just for teaching.
Jake isn’t a bad guy.”
We drove back to Jake’s parents’ house. They looked quite worried, but I quickly explained everything and apologized for leaving abruptly. We spent the rest of the day relaxing by the ocean, the tension gradually melting away.
That incident marked the beginning of a stronger bond between us, and now, we often recall it with a smile. Jake even laughs at how I rushed out of the house with Luke that day. What would you have done?
