Jonathan raised his eyebrows. “Is that really the truth? Three months? Or have you two secretly been longing for each other, flirting, trying to get each other's attention? All of that is part of your relationship. How long has it really been?”
Michael sighed. “Eight years.”
Jonathan laughed, a dry, ironic chuckle. “Even assuming a slow and cautious courtship, you two could have been years married by now. This could easily have been your second child, not your first.”
Michael swallowed. “Let's not talk about a second child. I'm still working on the first one.”
“Okay,” Jonathan agreed easily. “Back to where we were then. I think you are capable of being a good father. You were wounded by your childhood, but not destroyed. You didn't become an addict yourself. You made wise, life-enhanci
