“Thirty years or less, Butterfly, you’ll be at a time in your life when your house is empty and you got time on your hands you wanna fill with what you like doin’. This boy,” he hefted up Travis again, “might be married, have kids, maybe need his ma. You step in, regular or just so he can take his woman out for a Blizzard, you gonna make him pay?”

Her face told him his point was made but she still retorted, “Big Petey isn’t my father.”

“Big Petey is everyone’s father,” Joker shot back. “He likes it like that. He’s lived a long time to build that respect. He’s earned it and he should get it. Give it to him.”

She again told him without words he got in there but that didn’t mean she didn’t push it.

“He barely knows me.”

“Love and care don’t come with time. They just come. My old neighbor I told you about, Linus, took one look at me and knew I needed a good man in my life. He didn’t step in after he spent years gettin’ to know me. The minute he had my attention, he asked me over to watch a game. I needed that so much, I didn’t make him wait years before I went over and watched that game. Growin’ up, I had two safe places. His house and any time I was with another neighbor a’ mine, Mrs. Heely. And she didn’t give what she had to give to me after takin’ years to get to know me either.”

He bent in again, holding her son, touching her only with his forehead to hers, and he finished.

“I know you give good. And I know you like how it feels when you give it. You were in his position to do good, you’d jump at it. Put your feet in his shoes. Feel what he feels when he gives to you. Then let Pete have this.”

She held his eyes from up close and he saw hers get bright.

Travis slapped his cheek.

He watched her eyes smile.

“Okay, sweetie,” she whispered.

He bent in to kiss her and got another smack from Travis, so he made it unfortunately brief.

When he pulled away, he asked, “What’re you gonna feed me?”

She grinned. “Carnitas.”

With the drama over, he realized he could smell it. He also realized she hadn’t cooked anything for him but that pie. But from his experience of the pie, and what he could smell, he knew she was about to give him something else that was going to make him fall more in love with her.

“You do Travis, I’ll sort our dinner,” she ordered.

“Gotcha,” he muttered, moving to the cupboard with the baby food, fighting back a grin just thinking of Pete putting the money there.