I slip on what has to be the soften cotton pants I’ve ever worn in my whole life with the matching shirt. I open the pink bag, and my hand pulls out one of the bras, and it’s so delicate I’m afraid to touch it. “Are you done in the shower?” I hear Justin say from behind me, and I nod at him. “Dylan is watching television before we eat.”

“Okay,” I say, and he walks by me but then turns around and comes back to give me a kiss.

“You smell like me again,” he says, and I am not going to tell him that I did it on purpose, taking his soap and lathering myself with it. He runs his nose along my neck. “You think he would notice if we took a shower together?”

“There is food involved,” I say, and he laughs. “I’ll get everything ready while you shower.”

“Okay, sweetheart,” he says and goes into the bathroom and closes the door. I don’t even realize I’m smiling, and that it feels good.

I walk to the kitchen and look at the pizza in the oven, seeing it’s almost done and seeing that there isn’t that much. Which suits me just fine. I get the toaster out and then get the loaf of fresh white bread he has. “Is Justin done yet?” Dylan asks, coming into the kitchen, and I open my arms for him to give me a hug.

“You grew,” I say, kissing his head and smelling the fresh scent he has now. “Soon you’re going to be taller than me.”

“Yeah, and then I can take care of you,” he says, putting his head back. “And you won’t have to worry anymore.”

I push his hair back and try not to cry. “The only thing I worry about is you being happy,” I say. “Nothing else matters.”

“I like Justin,” he says. “A lot.”

“Yeah, he’s pretty awesome,” I whisper.

“Is it okay if I love him?” he asks in a soft, scared voice.

“Just because I love him doesn’t mean I love my dad less.”

“Baby,” I say, and I blink away the tears, but one comes out. “The good thing about the heart is that it just grows with all the love you have.”

“So it’s okay if I love them both?” he asks, almost relieved.

“Yeah, it’s more than okay if you love them both,” I say, bending and kissing his nose.

“Okay, get the pizza ready.” We both laugh when we hear Justin yelling as he walks into the kitchen and spots us.

“Are you guys that hungry?” He puts his hands on his hips. “That you are waiting in front of the oven.”