“When is aunt Jolie coming to pick me up tomorrow?” Jayce asked Blake, cuddling up against his father's body after Blake read his bedtime story to him.
It was the first week in December and it had been four months since Stacy left him and four months since she and Jake had died in a plane crash on their way from Las Vegas to Spain.
“I'm not sure, but she should come later in the day after you return from school.” He told Jayce, who had been so clingy since the departure of his mother. For now, what the little boy believed was that his mom was just on a trip when her plane crashed. Blake wanted him to believe that until he grows up and can hear the actual truth.
“Are you having a change of mind?” Blake lifted him onto his legs. “Do you want me to tell aunty Jolie not to come pick you u
