Jasmine’s POV
I couldn't stop thinking about what Fred said and I acknowledge the fact that he may be right but I still couldn't bring myself to admit it.
Orson deserves to know the truth. He deserves to have a real father in his life, and I'm not going to rob my sweet boy of a man who loves him.
I took a deep breath, smoothed down my dress, and walked over to the living room.
"Orson, sweetie?" I called out, sitting down comfortably on the sofa. "Can you come sit with Mommy for a little bit?"
"Okay, Mommy"
He quickly picked up his little carved wooden dragon and his blue plastic airplane, skipping across the room and climbed up on the sofa, wiggling into my lap, leaning his back against my chest just like he always does.
I wrapped my arms around his tiny body, resting my chin on top
