I didn’t even fight him; I just let him in. They were reluctant when he sat on the floor with them, but slowly warmed up to him when he helped Ben build the truck. Jake also read “The Rainbow Fish” to Lacey and even stayed to sweep up crushed cereal under the table before leaving.
After I tucked the kids in, I sat on the porch and finally dialed Ron.
“I’ve been wondering since yesterday,” I said. “What did you say to him out there?”
Ron sighed. “He told me he was reclaiming what he paid for, like the kids were renters and the toys were furniture.”
“That’s pretty much what he told me, too.”
“Well,” Ron continued, “I told him a few things. I told him I remembered when he was seven and sobbed for a week because his bike got stolen. I reminded him how I worked overtime to get him a new one and how I hadn’t asked for it back when he crashed it into a mailbox. I told him being a father doesn’t mean keeping receipts. It means giving away what matters and not expecting it back.”
I was quiet.
“But that wasn’t what got to him,” Ron added. “I told him that every time he acts like love is transactional, he’s teaching his kids that affection comes with a price tag. And someday, they’ll grow up believing they have to earn love instead of just receiving it.”
I closed my eyes.
Ron’s voice softened. “He cried when I told him that if he walked away with that bag, he wouldn’t just lose the toys. He’d lose their trust. Maybe forever.”
My voice cracked. “You didn’t have to do that, Ron.”
He chuckled. “Yes, I did. His mistakes are my mistakes. And if I don’t help him fix them, then I wasn’t the father I should’ve been either.”
We sat in silence for a beat.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
It’s been a few weeks since then. Jake’s different now. He shows up for school pickup and stays for dinner once a week. He listens when Lacey talks about books and even laughs at Ben’s dinosaur impressions.
There’s still a part of me that stays guarded, but watching them smile with him again? That’s enough for now.
And every time I see Ron, I hug him a little tighter.
He reminded Jake what it means to be a father, not an owner.
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