Divorced by the Hockey Captain
He tilted his head, watching my face with that unnerving, ancient curiosity of his.
"Are you happy today, Miss Dawson?" he asked quietly.
The innocent question caught me off guard.
Am I happy?
I paused, feeling the steady, rhythmic kick of my baby against my ribs, looking around the bright classroom, remembering the quiet peace of waking up safe.
"I don't know yet, buddy," I admitted with a soft, honest smile. "Not entirely. But... I think I'm getting there."
Yoshua's lips curved into a small, satisfied smirk. "Good."