"Why does the boy get to call you a nickname without the verbal abuse?" He asked.

"He is cute." I answered and then added "You are not."

His smirk was summoned as he retorted "No, you just find me hot."

I was about to lie my pants off but I bit my tongue when realising that he was quoting me from earlier. I tried to rack my brain for a life-shattering insult, but I could not seem to find any.

A mini hand grabbed mine and saved me from stuttering out a reply to him.

The small saviour dragged me away to go and play with his action figures. I happily gave in and sat down next to him on the large patch of grass.

Charlie handed me a superhero figurine while asking causally "Do you like that big boy, Drizzy?"

"What?"

"I know that you are not really my girlfriend." Charlie said before explaining "I just told him that to protect you, but I can see that he likes you."

"What?" I said again "Why do you think that?"

His attention was on the superman figure when he replied, "He watches you and I think he finds you pretty."

I wondered what my life had come to. I was sitting listening to a pre-schooler’s thoughts on my relationship.

"Thank you, my little knight for protecting me." I kissed his forehead and then whispered, "Do you want to know something top secret?"

"Yes, yes, yes." The little boy cheered.

"Promise not to tell anyone?" I voiced while peering over at Stone who was standing at the other side of the garden, watching the both of us.

Charlie held out his little and I stuck mine out too as he pinky promised me.

That is when I moved in closer to share with him "I really like him."

"Do you really, really, really like him?" He asked, beaming.

"Yes. I really, really, really, really like him" I replied honestly before reminding him "Don't tell anyone. Especially the giant."

"Is he your Prince Charming?" The little boy asked with a grin of delight.

"No," I answered as I let my gaze float back to the largely built man "He is more like my big scary dragon."

After three rounds of superhero smash with Charlie, Mrs Armstrong called Lana and I to go inside and help her carry the food out. She got Lana to put out chips into a bowl and me to butter the rolls in the kitchen while the boys helped Mr Armstrong with the barbecue.

While I was spreading the bread, I was bombarded with questions. All about him.

"What is happening with you and Stone?" Mrs Armstrong questioned before informing "You need to make your move. Get your man."

I was so not ready for the conversation. It was too daunting to think about. I was comfortable with just continuing to act oblivious to everything.