Leaning back, I cupped her cheek, watching her eyes close but her lower lip tremble. "I know it's difficult, Megan. Sometimes I think I should just..."

"No. Don't. I can handle it. But you'd better go. Give Cindy my love." She paused a moment and met my eyes. "When you marry her, can I come to the wedding?"

"You'd want to?"

"Yes," she stated adamantly, "If you don't think that's too weird."

"If there are rules, then fuck them. If you want to come, I'm sure Cindy won't mind." I paused a moment. "Natalie is turning eleven soon. Why don't we do a thing with the families? I mean mine...