“Happy New Year, Mom,” Bobby said, still in his mother’s arms, and feeling a sense of relief that they’d gotten past the initial conflict. He didn’t fool himself into thinking all would be fine now, but the new year did hold some promise of better times ahead.

“To you, too, Bobby! I’m actually more hopeful about the future than I’ve been in a very long time,” she said with quiet resolve.

She’d learned to let him move the story forward to avoid the appearance of her putting any pressure on him, and that seemed to be working, finally. They sat at the kitchen table, next to each other rather than across from each other, as though adversaries.

“I think I’m ready to meet him.”

“It’s funny you should describe it as meeting him. You have met before.”

“What memories I have of him, I don’t trust anymore,” he replied, inferring that the picture she’d painted of him all these years was no longer accurate.

“I guess I can understand that. How do you want to do it? Where? When?” she asked, still leaving it up to him.

“When is easy as I have lawns to catch up on tomorrow and Saturday after these holidays, so Sunday would probably be best. Where is a different question. I don’t want to see him here, in our house. Not yet,” he answered, still wanting to keep some distance for the time being.

She didn’t bother trying to explain that Rob and she purchased the house together so many years ago, and he had actually paid off the mortgage a few years ago when his own real estate agency had become successful. She could see that Bobby was looking at it as the home turf he wasn’t willing to relinquish quite yet.

“I was thinking of a restaurant, but I don’t want a lot of other people around, and I don’t want to be rushed or distracted by food and waiters, and such. I was thinking, maybe the county park on the lake? There’s the walking trail where we’d have some privacy, though others occasionally pass by, and there are places where we could sit if we want. What do you think?”

“I think it’s a good idea, but whatever makes you comfortable is what’s important. Do you want to call him to set it up?”

“No. I don’t want to meet him on the phone first. You set it up. Sunday, 2:00. Okay?”

Bobby arrived early and paced the narrow strip of grass between the parking lot and the trail. More nervous than he could ever remember, he tried to run through the questions he wanted to ask, but it always sounded like some sort of inquisition. He tried to accept that his father had little blame in this life drama he’d just learned about, but that meant believing everything his mom had told him, and while he’d more or less forgiven her, some trust issues lingered.

Rob drove to the park he knew well, where he and Cora had spent many happy hours during their courtship and beyond. He was thrilled when she told him Bobby had selected it as a place for them to meet again. He, too, was quite nervous, though for a different reason.

He felt he had let Bobby down with his handling of the separation all those years ago, and he wasn’t sure if he could make him understand why, as he wasn’t really sure himself. How Bobby reacted would surely affect the success of this attempt at reuniting the family, but how? Cora had told him, in tearful words, about all her discussions with their son, and from that, he hoped he understood enough about how Bobby felt to put his mind at ease. But what if he didn’t? Would she feel as though she had to choose between them again? Would he lose them both again?

He’d been a good father to his son for the few years he’d had the opportunity, but in a way, Bobby had come between him and Cora fairly early on, and when he’d sought the help of a counselor after the divorce, he’d admitted to feeling a bit of a grudge toward him. He’d been thrilled to find he had a son when Bobby was born, but he looked forward to the days when he could do typical father-son things like toss a ball around or teach him to use tools. Those days never came, and he wondered whether they would even now, reuniting so late in the boy’s life.

As he drove into the parking lot, he recognized Bobby immediately, partly from the pictures Cora had given him, but more because of his familial resemblance to him. He walked from the far end of the parking lot, coaching himself on how to act, remembering Cora’s advice to let Bobby direct their conversation.

“Hello, Bobby,” he said when he walked up behind him.

Bobby turned, a bit startled, and just looked at the man for a few moments, his nerves raging.

“Hello, Sir,” he said, offering his hand, having decided this was the only way he could address his father with the respect he was due, yet still unable to call him dad. Cora had shown Bobby a picture as well, but it was of the two of them together, and what he noticed most was his mother’s smile. He could see now that he certainly took after his father in appearance, though he couldn’t compare them at similar ages the way Rob had.

“Thank you for meeting me. It means so much to your mother and me.”

Bobby was still a bit tongue-tied. Emotions welled up inside as distant memories of wondering whether he’d ever meet his father again resurfaced. Those thoughts never completely stopped, but became less frequent and more abstract over time.

“I’m … nervous,” he confessed. “I’d almost stopped wondering whether I’d ever see you again.”

“I’m nervous too, Bobby, though probably for different reasons. I think this was an excellent place to meet. Why don’t we walk? Perhaps the exercise will calm our nerves somewhat.”

A few steps, and they were on the paved trail that formed a two-mile loop through typical Florida vegetation, walking at a leisurely pace.

“I want to thank you for being the catalyst that finally got your mother to agree to talk to me. She’s commented often on the sight of you and Mandy stirring up our fonder memories.”

“Yeah, she’s told me that too. I didn’t believe it at first, but I guess I do now. Mandy is everything to me now,” he added, wanting to tell him how important she was to him, but realized it came out as kind of a dig. “I’m sorry. What I meant was I love her more than I could ever have imagined.”

“I understood. No apology necessary. I had those feelings for your mother at an age similar to yours. People told me I was young yet, and I’d grow and change and find someone else I’d love as much or more, but that never happened.”

“Mom told me how you never really gave up trying to get her back. I feel a bit of a fool because I did give up on Mandy and only got her back because she ended up unexpectedly at the same college as me.”

“First of all, what your mom said is not entirely true,” he started. Bobby’s antenna went up immediately. Was he going to hear of another lie? “There were a few times I did give up after repeatedly being stymied, but various events in my life would inevitably revive the good memories and, again, I would reach out to her. As for you, I’d be willing to bet you would have reconnected with Mandy at some point. You were in the same circle of friends, right? So you’d undoubtedly reconnect with her at some point.”

“I guess so. Mom told me she neglected you and then turned you away because of me. How could you still … still want her or want us back after so long?”

“I’m not going to speak harshly of your mother, Bobby,” he started emphatically. “Only she and I can truly understand what we did, what happened, and why. I sincerely hope you never have to experience anything like that with Mandy, but I suspect that if you did, you’d feel the same way. I’d like to think there’s a little bit of me in you that has you putting so much value on her love.”

The statement caught him off guard. First, that he wouldn’t defend himself against his mother’s claims or lay any blame at her door. Bobby still expected some latent bitterness at her treatment of him, but it was the second thing about Mandy that really got him thinking. He’d never felt any bitterness, only loss, when Mandy broke up with him and wouldn’t even speak to him afterward. Was that due to some inherited trait from his father?

“I think I’ve come to accept Mom’s part in this and her reasoning, but you had a part too. Was it so bad that you had to cheat on her?” he asked in a way that softened his stance further, wanting only to understand how that happened rather than getting him to accept blame.

“Ah. Well,” Rob started, his face and tone already showing the pain he felt for his responsibility. “Barbara was a work colleague who was also a very good friend. She was helpful and supportive of me, as well as our family. She stepped in, taking my appointments, and meeting prospective clients when I couldn’t because of some family issue, both before and after you were born. She was a sympathetic ear when things started going wrong, and then when it looked about as bad as it could be, she was … more.” He paused, a sad look on his face, as he looked at his son to gauge his reaction.

“We both realized it was a mistake immediately after, and I told your mom about it within a day or two. She was already so distant from me, so that was the last nail in the coffin, as they say. I tried everything I could to patch things up, but she couldn’t believe I could do that and still love her as I had. The beginning of the end.”

He looked again at Bobby, anticipating the next question.

“And then there was you. By the time we got to that subject, I had very little fight left in me. I tried to convince her that even a part-time father was better than none, but my arguments lacked conviction, probably because I wasn’t sure I believed it myself.” He paused again, seeing some pain in his son’s face. “Remember when I said various events would have me trying to get her back again?” Bobby nodded slightly.

“Several times, that was seeing you.” Bobby’s apparent confusion was no surprise. “Yes, I saw you. You didn’t see me, but every once in a while, I’d drive through the neighborhood, and if I was lucky, you were playing in the street. I was so sad seeing you playing Frisbee with your friend, Jason. That should’ve been me you were playing with, but I’d drive away and try again to get to your mother to talk to me,” he finished, sniffling.

“So, why did you go back to Barbara?” Bobby asked, his voice cracking.

“That’s a fairly long story in itself, but the short version is she was there for me. Not trying to pull me away, but offering comfort and love when I needed it most. After many discussions, we decided to give it a try. I think we both knew it wouldn’t work, but we tried. When I started my own agency, she came with me and was instrumental in getting it off the ground. Even after the divorce, we continued to work together. We left the marriage as amicably as we started it. She only just left my agency a few weeks ago, when I reconnected with your mother. It was her idea. She didn’t want to be a ghost haunting our attempts to reconcile.”

Rob was pleasantly surprised by Bobby’s questions and reactions. Cora had told him of Bobby’s pointed questions, with an accusatory tone, and like her, he couldn’t blame him. He had no experience to draw on, and could hardly imagine the shock and suddenness of learning so many new truths about his past, which inevitably created a whole host of emotions: anger, resentment, betrayal. But today his queries seemed intended to confirm or understand what he already knew, or anticipated by his own reasoning. He wished he could take credit for the upbringing that had created such a mature and respectful young man.

Bobby couldn’t help but respect the way he, and now even Barbara, had handled a difficult situation. His mother eventually accepting him as almost blameless didn’t seem as off as it had before. For the moment, he had just one more question, but whether that was because Rob had answered them all or he’d forgotten some, he wasn’t sure.

He stopped walking, turned to face his father, and asked, “So what do you expect to happen now?”

Rob directed him to a bench a few yards up the trail, out of the flow of people, which had been increasing as they walked on a beautiful Sunday afternoon.

“I don’t expect anything, Bobby. I only hope to continue seeing your mother and getting to know you better, and maybe, if we’re all amenable, become a family again down the road. I realize that may take some time, but I’ve waited this long. Waiting some more, with more hope than I’ve ever had, is fine with me.”

Bobby didn’t really expect to, but was still a bit surprised at finding no fault with any of his father’s answers. He seemed overly honest, thoughtful in his responses, and amazingly patient. It occurred to him that these were all qualities he had tried hard to exemplify, and he returned to the comment about taking after his father in some ways.

But still, he felt awkward, not knowing how to respond or continue. There was a side of him that wanted to just leave; escape to think about it, but another that wanted to hug him. He reached out his hand as a form of acceptance, a compromise, and held his father’s arm as well when he accepted it to make it seem more heartfelt. His father stood up, still holding his son’s hand, and put his other hand on his son’s shoulder when he stood as well, recognizing the internal struggle that Bobby must be feeling. With a gesture, he suggested they resume walking.

“So tell me about Mandy.”

Bobby started telling the story, and while it came out very disjointed, one could piece together the timeline enough to understand how their revived courtship happened. He literally gushed with praise and pride in his love for his Angel, Mandy. Rob saw many of the attributes they seemed to share, and he had no trouble believing that seeing him and Mandy together would eventually soften Cora’s previously hardline attitude.

“She sounds amazing, Bobby! I can’t wait to meet her!”

They continued walking and talking, each updating the other on their lives. Rob told Bobby about starting his own real estate agency and alluded to being successful, which Bobby took to mean making enough money to live on. He’d bought Barbara out of her share of the home they’d purchased together, and he was working on making improvements to it himself. He had a mild interest in professional sports, but not the rabid dedication to one sport or team many men seemed to have.

Bobby talked about graduating from high school and the differences compared to his college courses, which led to discussions about his business. Like he had with Mandy’s dad, he told him about future plans and equipment needs to accomplish them.

By the time they were talked out, they’d completed the two-mile circuit twice. They sat on a bench at the end of the trail.

“So, what’s next?” Bobby asked as though he had a plan.

“Nothing specific, Bobby. We just continue, all of us getting to know each other, though your mom and I are well on our way there. We’ll just take each day as it comes and see how things progress, okay?”

“Yeah. That makes sense,” Bobby replied with a smile.

“As for what’s next right now, your mom suggested we pick up a pizza on our way home. Apparently, you normally have pizza on Saturday nights?”

“Yeah, when she goes to play bridge. She didn’t play last night, so … oh!” he started excitedly, “Mandy has been joining us on Saturday! You said you wanted to meet her. Can she come?”

“Let’s ask your mom,” he said, taking out his phone and calling with a single tap. “Hello, Cora! You’re on speaker with Bobby and me.”

“Hi, honey,” she said, laughing when they both responded with a ‘Hi’. “Everything okay?” she asked vaguely but with a very specific question in mind.

“Everything’s good,” Rob answered, looking at Bobby, who nodded, knowing there was more behind the question. “Listen, we were about to head home and get the pizza on the way. Apparently, you’ve been including Mandy in this weekend pizza tradition?”

“Yes. Yes, we have, and I’d love to have her join us tonight! She’s been such a joy and a help through all this!”

“Great! I’m looking forward to meeting her!” Rob replied. “See you in half an hour or so, hon!”

“I’ll call her on the way and meet you at Amici’s, okay?” Bobby said as they got up and walked through the half-empty parking lot. “Here’s my truck,” he said when they got to it.

“And that’s me directly opposite!” his father said.

“The Porsche?” Bobby exclaimed with surprise.

“Yeah. I used to have a 911, but you usually need more than one seat for clients,” he chuckled, trying to impress.

“The Cayenne is the biggest of their SUVs, right?” Bobby asked, not really much of a car guy, but most guys knew about Porsches.

“The Macan was a little tight in the back seat, so I went for the bigger one. See you at Amici’s?” he said before going to his car.

Bobby got in his truck and started it up before calling Mandy.

“Bobby! I’m so glad you called! How did it go!?” she asked excitedly, not even waiting for his return greeting.

“It went really good, Mandy! We’ve been talking this whole time and just finished. He’s so – I don’t know – honest and respectful of others’ feelings, both me, my mom, and even Barbara!”

“Now you know where you get it from!” she replied.

“He said something else that made me wonder how much I’m like him. I’ll tell you about that later. He really wants to meet you! Can you come over for pizza tonight since we couldn’t do it last night?”

“Are you sure? Don’t you want it to be just the three of you this first time?”

“I’d really like you to be there with me. We asked my mom, and she said she’d love to have you!”

“Um. Okay. Let me ask my mom if they’re okay with me missing Sunday dinner. Hold on,” she said. Bobby could hear muffled talking, as if she were holding her phone against her body, and she was back in less than a minute. “She’s okay with it. When?”

“Like, now! We’re picking up the pizzas on the way home!”

“Oh! Okay. I need to change clothes! I’ll be there in about thirty or forty minutes!”

The two Roberts got a collective hug from Cora, her joy at having both of them in her arms unmistakable and understandable. She could tell Bobby wasn’t quite ready for it, but that he didn’t try to squirm out of it also meant something. Just days ago, she thought her life might fall apart again, and now things looked more hopeful than ever.

“Is Mandy coming?” she asked as she picked up the pizzas from a table where they’d been left not to interfere with the family hug.

“Yes! She should be here soon,” Bobby said, consulting his watch.

“Great! I’ve heated the oven to keep these warm!” she said, running off with the pizza, Rob following her into the kitchen, while Bobby went to freshen up.

“I was hoping it would be just the three of us,” Rob said, as Cora turned from closing the oven to putting her arms around his waist and looking at him with a huge smile.

“I was, too, in a way, but Mandy is so much a part of his life now. She’s such a sweetheart and has been so helpful that I’m already thinking of her as part of the family. Did you let Bobby direct the conversation the way I suggested?”

“Yes. Good advice! He opened up more than I expected for a first time.”

“I finally realized he’s the one most profoundly affected by this, and letting him absorb it at his own pace seemed the right thing to do. I was pretty sure you’d win him over, though!” she said as she reached for a kiss that became longer than either had expected. They heard a door close and pulled apart just before Bobby entered the kitchen.

“Why don’t you show me your truck and lawn equipment?” Rob asked, trying to find common ground with his son.

“Um. Okay,” Bobby replied uncertainly, “But I’d rather get a closer look at your Porsche!”

“Okay, we’ll do both!” Rob replied, and they headed outside, leaving Cora behind with tears in her eyes.

Outside, Bobby opened the tailgate and cap on his truck and showed his father his tools. Rob commented that he understood what Bobby meant about needing more professional equipment, though he noticed Bobby had once upgraded to Stihl brand accessories, each knowing that all the professionals seemed to use them.

Bobby sat in the driver’s seat of the Cayenne, thoroughly impressed with the rich look of the materials and instrumentation. He spent so much time in his truck that had little of the technology even his mom’s car had, and this was even more.

“Wanna drive it?” Rob asked. He didn’t have to ask twice.

“Whoa!” Bobby exclaimed at the fast acceleration he was unaccustomed to. “Wow! This feels so much different than mom’s Honda! It feels like it's glued to the road!”

“That’s what they’re known for,” Rob replied, enjoying his son’s glee.

Mandy was a few blocks away, getting more nervous the closer she got. She had no idea what to expect from meeting Bobby and his father together for the first time. She didn’t feel the need to impress as one usually did when meeting parents, but she didn’t have a good read on Bobby’s current state of mind, so she worried that he might still be a long way from acceptance. She was also concerned about her presence at a dinner, casual though it was, where the three would be together for the first time in over a dozen years.

She was about to pull away from a stop sign when a midnight blue Porsche went speeding by. “Idiot!” she exclaimed aloud. She drove the few blocks on Bobby’s street, the Porsche now slower ahead of her, and was surprised when it pulled up to the curb at Bobby’s house, understanding dawning when Bobby and his father got out. She pulled up close behind.

“Mandy!” Bobby cried when he saw her and rushed to take her in his arms, startling even her with this exuberance. After a short, loving kiss, he put his arm around her and walked toward Rob, who had a prideful look on his face. “Mandy, I’d like you to meet my …” he started, but paused for a moment, “… my dad.”

“Hello, Mandy!” he said, taking the hand she offered in greeting. “I’ve heard so much about you, and I’m really happy you could join us!” he said, showing none of the disappointment he’d felt earlier, but thrilled with the way Bobby introduced him. Cora had told him about Bobby’s reaction when she’d referred to him as Bobby’s dad.

“Hello, Sir!” she replied, holding his hand. “I’m so happy to meet you!” Mandy, too, noticed the change in Bobby’s attitude and felt a little more comfortable with the situation.

“He was just showing me his car,” Bobby enthused. “I just drove it!"

“Yes! I noticed! You almost ran me over at that last stop sign!” she exaggerated in a scolding tone. Picturing that encounter in her mind, she recalled that she’d been slightly distracted by the sight of Bobby’s Frisbee on the floor in front of the passenger’s seat. She had an idea.

“Oh! Bobby!” she said as she walked back to her car and opened the door. “You left this in my car,” she said, retrieving the disc, walking back to the pair, and handing it to Bobby.

“Wow!” his dad said when he saw it and reached for it. “My old Frisbee! This is practically an antique now!” he said as he turned the vintage disc over in his hand. “I would’ve thought you’d have a new one by now!”

“Nah,” Bobby said with a thoughtful smile, “This one works fine.”

Rob curled it into his arm as though about to throw it while looking expectantly at Bobby. Bobby took the hint and ran out into the street to catch the rusty throw from his dad. A couple of exchanges later, Bobby threw it to Mandy, still standing on the sideline. It was a light toss, so she caught it fine, but then threw it amateurishly, barely reaching Rob.

Cora had come out of the house, standing on the porch, when she heard the two cars pull up. She started crying when she heard Bobby introduce Rob to Mandy as his dad. ‘Such a clever girl!’ she thought when she saw Mandy get the Frisbee. She feigned a cough to get Mandy’s attention after the Frisbee toss. Mandy noticed and went to greet Cora.

“Mandy! I am so glad you’re here!” she said, pulling the girl into a grateful, loving hug.

“Are you sure, Cora? I thought this should have been just the three of you,” Mandy replied.

“I thought so too, at first,” she admitted, “but you’ve been such a sweetheart and a huge help getting us to this point! You’re essentially part of the family now!”

“Ohh! Thank you!” Mandy cried, happy to be considered such.

“And this?” Cora said, gesturing toward Bobby and Rob tossing the Frisbee, “This was genius!” Mandy just smiled with a kiss on the cheek from Cora.

They all sat at the dining room table about to eat, each with the feeling that this was an auspicious gathering that none could have predicted just a few months ago. Before eating, Cora insisted on saying grace, reusing the slightly modified version she’d said at Mandy’s on Christmas Eve, its message even more poignant than before.

The conversation was a little strained at times, but the women managed to keep it flowing. Bobby and Mandy happily talked about the next semester starting in just two days. Cora had more to contribute than usual as she’d settled into her job at Macy’s well and had amusing anecdotes to tell about customers she’d encountered. That often fed Rob’s stories about clients he’d shown houses to. That dinner lasted long enough to require reheating the remaining pizza was a testament to its success.

After dinner, the couples separated: Bobby and Mandy went to the TV room they frequented, and Rob joined Cora in the kitchen to assist with cleanup. He looked forward in a symbolic way to the day when he’d return to the bedroom they’d shared so much love in, but understood that Bobby may still have some turf issues. He was only a little surprised at Cora’s leniency in letting the young couple have the house to themselves. They went to his home to celebrate the day, their joining having a sizeable added dose of relief and romance that they enjoyed immensely.

“How are you feeling?” Mandy asked once they were alone in the house.

“I don’t know,” Bobby confessed, his mind having not caught up with his heart yet. “I think today was really great, but am I too – I don’t know, too hopeful? Am I setting myself up for more disappointment?”

“I can’t really say, but after that dinner? I don’t think so. Everyone seemed so genuine! Your mom loved watching you play Frisbee with your dad.”

“It took me a while, but I realized you did that on purpose,” he said, Mandy’s beaming, prideful smile the result. “At the park this afternoon, he told me that after the divorce, he used to drive up our street occasionally and see me playing Frisbee with Jason.”

“Oh, wow! Really?” she replied, realizing her impromptu gesture had another unexpected connection to his past.

“Thank you. I love you so much, Angel! I don’t know what I would’ve done without you these past couple of weeks,” he said, pulling her into his arms for a long, emotional kiss.

“I love you, too!” she said as she turned to face him in his lap, his legs between hers. “You know you look a lot like him! If that’s the way you’ll look when you get older, I think I’ll keep you!” she joked, but they both got the reference to the earlier conversation they’d had about being together always.

“You know, he told me something else today about how we might be alike.”

“Yeah, you mentioned that on the phone.”

“I told him my mom had said he’d never given up trying to get her back, and that I felt stupid because I had given up getting you back!”

“No!” she tried to interrupt.

“Then I asked him, after all my mom put him through, why he wanted her and us back. He immediately replied that he wouldn’t say anything bad about her and that they were the only ones who could understand what they did and why. He then said he believed I would have found a way to get you back, and thought that there was a little bit of him in me that – how did he put it? – had me putting so much value on your love!”

“Oh, Bobby! You didn’t give up on me. You were talking to all those women about me. They gave you advice on what to do!” she defended him.

“But I didn’t actually do anything! I didn’t even really know why you broke up with me! I just – just let it be! What if you had gone to FSU?”

“But that didn’t happen, did it? And as soon as you saw me at SPC, you couldn’t have been more loving and encouraging. I can imagine what you said about me that made your dad say that!” she said with a kiss.

“I told him you were everything to me!”

“Well, I don’t care who you got it from, you’re everything to me, too!” she replied, kissing him with everything she had.

With that, it didn’t take long for hands and fingers to begin groping each other. Their chests were bare and pressed together before they decided they’d rather be in his bed. Arriving at his bedside, he knelt as he stripped her jeans off and mashed his face against her warm, moist panties, kissing, licking, and savoring her scent.

“Oh God, Bobby! Take them off and eat me up!” she begged, and soon she was naked and standing over his upturned face, wiping it with her soft, wet pussy.

Though everything had turned out okay, the tensions of the day fed their need for the other. The way they gave and took from each other was like they hadn’t been together in weeks. Mandy held his face to her pussy, grinding her wet sex into it, demanding more, and she came twice before she’d return the favor.

His pants quickly disappeared, and sitting on the edge of the bed, she had him in her hands and mouth, licking and stroking him in a frenzy. He gasped when he felt her throat around the tip, and it felt like an eruption when he came in her mouth.

They fell on the bed together, holding each other like there was nothing in the world more precious. They kissed and touched and massaged without words, just feeding on each other’s needs. When he was ready, he lay between her legs and slid slowly, gently inside her, both thinking the same thing: that they couldn’t imagine loving anyone more than they loved each other.

They moved together, soft moans and loving kisses the only other expression of their intense satisfaction as they climbed together. She held him tightly, sharing the tremors of her first orgasm.

“Oh, I love you so much!” she whimpered when they were on the edge of a summit, ready to leap into the abyss together, experiencing a climax like none before.

Again, they lay together just enjoying the presence of the other. When his phone pinged, he expected to see a text from his mom saying she’d be home soon.

Bobby, I’m going to spend the night with your dad. Thank you so much for making us the happiest people in the world today! We both love you! Have a good time with Mandy!

He showed Mandy the message, whose raised eyebrows and smile expressed her joy at being given more time. She pushed him down on the bed and got to work getting him ready for the ride of their lives.

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So, it looks like Bobby's family is on its way to a full reunion and with Mandy's continued help they'll likely get there. I hope you've enjoyed the journey of relationships reborn for all my characters and will 'Like,' 'Favorite,' and comment if you did and ... THANKS FOR READING!!!