We were picking him up at the base, and the sight of him brought me to tears.
“Let me look at you two, take you all in!” he yelled. “There’s something different, but I can’t quite put my finger on it!” he teased.
Of course I was HUGE, and not the slim wife he had left.
He took me into his arms and kissed me. He kissed differently than Ronny. Not better or worse, but different. It shouldn’t have, but it felt strange. I looked at Ronny, and his face was tight. I knew he must be feeling strange emotions after having “his” woman to himself for so long.
Greg ran his hand over my belly. A rougher touch than I was used to.
“I think I felt a kick,” he said. There had been no kick. “He must know daddy’s home!”
Ronny’s face was red, and he started, “Yeah, and—”
But I interrupted. “Greg, what do you think of your other son!”
“My God! That can’t be Ronny. I left a mere boy here. This is a man I see now! Ronny, I’m proud of you! You took care of your mom every step of the way while she was pregnant.”
“Every step, Dad. Every single step,” he said while looking at me.
Of course, he was referring to the one step that started it all and would shock his father: fucking a baby into his mother.
“You two aren’t the only ones who’ve changed!” Greg took off his cap and there were noticeable streaks of gray in his closely cropped hair. He brushed his hand through it. “What do you think?”
Ronny looked at me with a knowing smile, extended his hand to his dad, and said: “Welcome home, Grand-pa!”