Married to My Bestie's Husband
But instead of hugging my neck as Jack used to, he reached up and touched my face.
Snapping out of my thoughts, I whispered, "Caleb, I'm your aunt. From now on, this is your home, and we'll live together."
The little boy tilted his head back to look at me, his eyes shining. "Aunt? Why aren't you my mom?"
"I am your dad's sister, not your mom," I explained. "Do you want to see your mom?"
He nodded, and I held him as I pulled out old photographs, showing him each one and recounting the stories behind them. When we finished, he suddenly leaned over and kissed my cheek. In his sweet, childish voice, he called me "Auntie."