Single Dad Seeking Love

21. Epilogue Welcome to the Farm of Hope

We did start out slow. I would stay the weekends either with Adam or on my own, but soon those weekends without Adam bled into the Monday and the Tuesday, me working from my laptop. And then those few extra days turned into a week, and before we knew it, the weeks were only broken up by the journey to Belfast to pick up Adam. I was never happier than when I cancelled the lease on my apartment.

And now? God, my stomach is churning nervously.

“Do you think we’re all set?”

I look over my shoulder. Trevor has snuck up on me, as usual.

“I don’t think there’s much more we can do.” I’m hoping he can’t see my nerves.

“What are you waiting for?” Julie laughs behind us. She was straight up after her last exams, sorting out the reception and helped with a hundred other things that were on our to-do list. She has also applied everything she learns from her marketing studies and has got a large following on social media by documenting the progress of our renovations. To all our surprise, it turns out I’m not bad at electrical work, and it’s a strange feeling of pride knowing that I have contributed to the new showers and kitchen – in addition to the new online booking system, of course. The IT consultant in me was cringing over their previous random system.

“We were waiting for you, Julie.” Trevor smiles down at his sister. Their relationship was never bad, but the last year, they’ve learned to be more open with each other, and I think they both have grown because of it. “Well, I’m here now.”

“I can see the car.” Trevor nudges me.

I take a deep breath. “Let’s do it.”

Together, the two of us grab the sign and secure it to the wooden post.

Up the newly gravelled and pothole free road – paid for by part of the deposits from this summer’s bookings – comes the car with the first of the new season’s guests.

“There’s Dad! And Daddy Trev’r! And Auntie Julie!”

A smile spreads wide across my face, hearing Adam’s excited scream through the open car window. In the front seats are my ex-wife and her new partner.

I look over at Trevor, eyes all misted up. This big hunk of a guy, the love of my life, is blinking rapidly.

Above us, the sign with the image of Rosie sways in the light breeze.

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