The Friend Zone

“I’ll orbit around you and be your universe, because you’ve always been my sun.”

It was the lamest, saddest wedding in the history of weddings—and I was so excited about it I couldn’t stop smiling

Kristen: He’s pulled out his gun and he’s showing it to me. It’s HUGE. I’ll call you tomorrow

She nodded and put her hand over my heart where the tattoo of her name was.

I knew why she was asking. She still wanted to give me my baseball team. But my dreams had changed.

Seeing the strain of the in vitro process and how much it took out of her emotionally and physically—I just wanted her to be happy. I wanted her to enjoy our son. She never complained, but I knew she was tired of the doctor’s visits and the hormone injections and the disappointment. If she was up for it in a few years, maybe we’d try again or look into the other options. We were young—we had time. But I didn’t want her to do it for me because she thought she owed it to me. She’d done enough.

“I’m very sure. I have everything I need.”

“Are you sure?”

“Let’s take a break, Kristen. I’m happy where we are. And if this is our family, I’m good with that.”

“I will always defend you. I’ll always be on your side.” Then he turned to Sloan. “And I vow to protect and care for you, Sloan, like you’re my sister, for the rest of my life.”

“I promise to love Stuntman Mike and slay your spiders, and keep you from getting hangry.”