I took a seat as she went about making my tea. The nerves faded and I loosened up a little.

"How are you doing?". She asked.

"I'm okay". And I was. We were handling things and sorting out what we needed to. He was always going to be hot headed. His temper was always going to be there but I was willing to stay.

I wanted to stay.

I wanted us to work.

"You know he didn't want to leave right?". She placed the hot mug in front of me. "We made him sweetheart".

I felt the lump appear in the back ...