“Honey, I think it would be better if you went to your parents’ on weekends,” Scott began, still focused on the cabinet.
I blinked. “I’m sorry. What? Why?”
I dropped the cutting knife and grabbed a kitchen towel to clean my hands.
“I don’t understand,” I started. “Ben and I get along great. He loved the science experiments we did last weekend. Remember how excited he was when we made that volcano? He learned so much. Plus, he loves my cooking.”
“I know, I know,” Scott placed the handle on the counter and ran his hands through his salt-and-pepper hair. “It’s just… she says it’s different because we’re married now, and she doesn’t want Ben to think you’re his mother too.”
“I’m his stepmother, so…”
“I know. It’s ridiculous. But it’s temporary until Patricia calms down. Please? You know how she can be when she doesn’t get her way. She’s threatening to reduce my time with Ben.”
“So your solution is to kick your wife out of her own house every weekend?” I frowned, putting the kitchen towel back in its place. “Scott, this is insane.”
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