Boundaries

Emerson and I sat in silence, the dining room still and our food untouched. I looked toward him hesitantly, sensing the emotions swirling inside him. I knew how much he loved and cared for his son, and seeing the conflict in his eyes, I understood just how difficult this was for him.

He had just kicked Eric out of the house. Eric’s childhood home and that decision must have been so hard.

To be honest, I was shocked when Emerson agreed to my crazy plan in the first place. I didn’t think he would actually follow through with it and agree to marry me. But he did. And now, here we were, with Eric no longer welcome in his father’s home. I could see the war raging inside Emerson.

I feel so guilty for the way he must feel although it sent a zing of pleasure inside me to see Eric's face when he realized he had lost this round.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered softly, my voice low.

He turned his attention towards me, and he blinked as if surprised by my apology.

“Why are you apologizing?” he asked,