“So, Riley,” Mitchell began, his tone casual but warm, “I’ve been wondering… tell me about your son.”
The words felt like a weight in the room. Riley froze for a split second, unsure how to respond. She had planned on keeping Roy out of this conversation for at least one more date, but it seemed the time had come.
She forced a smile, trying to keep the panic at bay. “I have an eight-year-old son, Roy. He’s… he’s everything to me.”
Mitchell’s face softened, and he leaned in slightly, his gaze sincere. “That’s great. I’ve always admired people who are so dedicated to their kids.”
Riley’s heart skipped a beat. The way Mitchell said it, with such genuine warmth, was unlike anything she’d heard before. Could this be different?
She felt a flicker of hope but still hesitated. “It’s not always easy, you know? Dating as a single mom… I didn’t want you to feel like you were getting into something complicated right away.”
Mitchell gave her a reassuring smile. “I get it. It’s a lot to juggle. But I admire the way you’re balancing everything.”
For the first time in a long while, Riley felt like she wasn’t being judged. Mitchell wasn’t recoiling; he was understanding, supportive even. Maybe she had finally found someone who could accept both her and her son.
As they continued their dinner, Riley began to relax, the tension easing. She realized that this night wasn’t just about her—it was about being true to herself and the life she had with Roy. Mitchell wasn’t just interested in her; he was willing to accept the whole package.
By the time the evening came to a close, Riley felt a mix of relief and excitement. For the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel like she had to hide who she was or what mattered most to her.
Maybe, just maybe, things were finally looking up.