Chapter 27 – Kenna-Present
Chapter Twenty-Seven
TABLE FOR THREE, PLEASE
KENNA-PRESENT
Dinner is warm, familiar, and filled with Cohen’s nonstop chatter.
His excitement is contagious, practically radiating from him as he talks, his little hands gesturing wildly.
He can barely contain his joy that Cole is staying, and the excitement pours out of him with every word, his sentences spilling over one after another.
It’s as though his words are competing to be heard first, and he’s in no rush to slow down, his focus entirely on the present moment, on Cole, on the promise of more time together.
Even the food seems to fade into the background as his energy fills the room.
The kitchen table becomes something sacred—less a place for eating and more a place of becoming. We aren’t just having dinner. We’re creating something. Laying down the roots of a new version of our family, meal by meal.
“Cole, you should come for dinner every night!” Cohen exclaims between bites, his eyes lighting up with the intensity of his desire to have this be his new reality.
“It’s so much more fun when you’re here!
” His voice conveyed pure joy, and I saw genuine hope in his eyes.
He’s been so starved for this connection, for the stability of knowing that the people he loves are sticking around.
I glance at Cole and give him a playful look—the kind that silently says, “I told you he would adore you.” Cole catches my gaze, his lips quirking upward into a small but amused smirk.
He shakes his head, clearly bemused by the unrelenting enthusiasm of our son.
With a soft chuckle, he turns back to Cohen.
“Well, buddy,” Cole says, his voice rich with warmth and affection, leaning in slightly, his eyes locked on Cohen’s hopeful expression. “If you ever want me to come anywhere, anytime, just say the word. I’m there.”
Cohen’s face lights up immediately, his entire being alight with joy, as though the world had just given him the one thing he wanted more than anything.
His eyes widen, and he gasps in shock, his excitement radiating out of him.
“See, Mom? Cole likes me, and I like him, so he’s coming to dinner every night!
” His voice is a mix of excitement and pride, as if this simple moment of agreement means everything.
“Well, it’s official then,” he adds, poking a green bean with his fork like it’s a gavel. “You’re part of the schedule now, Cole. You can’t break a promise.”
A soft laugh escapes me as my heart swells with love for them.
I ruffle Cohen’s hair affectionately, enjoying the warmth of the moment.
“Not sure if it’ll be every night, lovebug.
We have to give Cole some time to himself too.
” The words come easily, but there’s an unspoken understanding in my tone that I wouldn’t mind if Cole stayed more often.
Cohen’s happiness, after all, is everything.
Cohen’s face scrunches up in concentration as he ponders this recent development for all of two seconds. “Okay, then what about this weekend? Can Cole come over?” He asks so earnestly, like he believes the answer is a given, that it’s simply a matter of when, not if.
I shake my head gently, my voice warm and steady.
“You’re going to Grandma and Grandpa’s house this weekend, remember?
” Cohen’s face falls for just a moment before he bounces back, no one to stay disappointed for long.
“But maybe next weekend,” I add, offering a small compromise that brings a smile to his face.
Cohen brightens again, his excitement bouncing back almost immediately. “Okay! Next weekend then!” It’s impossible not to be swept up in his energy. I imagine the weekends ahead—days spent with Cole, Cohen, and a family I didn’t know I was missing until now.
I steal a glance at Cole as Cohen continues eating.
He’s watching Cohen too, but there’s something in his eyes—softness, longing, maybe even awe.
And beneath all, guilt. That ever-present shadow he tries to hide behind jokes or lighthearted promises.
I want to reach across the table, take his hand, and tell him he’s allowed to forgive himself.
That Cohen doesn’t see a past mistake. He sees a dad.
As Cohen bounces in his seat, my thoughts wander, carried away by the love I feel for my son. What would my life be like if I didn’t have Cohen? It’s a thought I can barely entertain, because it’s impossible to imagine my world without him.
If I hadn’t found out I was pregnant all those years ago, I don’t know if I would have been able to survive the heartbreak of Cole going to prison.
There was a time when I truly felt like I’d lost everything—lost my love, my hope, my future.
But then Cohen came into my life. Cohen, with his bright smile and endless questions, gave me a reason to keep going, a reason to believe in something again.
I was so young, too young, they said, to have a child. But all I had ever dreamed of was having a family with Cole. And when I faced the choice of what to do, there was never really a choice.
It was always going to be Cohen.
Always him.
And somehow, through all the grief and loneliness, motherhood gave me back parts of myself I thought I’d lost with Cole. Courage. Patience. Fierce, burning love. But it didn’t give me closure. It didn’t give me him. Until now.
“Mom, did you find a good boat yet?” Cohen suddenly asks, snapping me back to reality.
Cole looks at me with a confused expression, eyebrows furrowing slightly. “A boat?”
I chuckle softly, shaking my head. “I told Cohen that I’d go boating on the lake in high school. With you and our other friends.” The memory makes me smile, thinking about the carefree days when we were all just kids, before life got complicated.
Cohen’s face immediately lights up at the mention of the boat.
“Can we, Cole? When we get the boat, will you come with us?” His eyes are full of hope, and the way he looks at Cole, you can see the beginnings of a bond forming between them.
It’s all so new and yet so familiar, and it makes my heart swell.
“Of course,” Cole replies without hesitation, his voice steady and warm. “I’d love to go boating with you.” There’s a warmth in his voice that makes me feel like we’re beginning something new here, a new chapter for all of us.
Cole adds, with a smile in Cohen’s direction, “But only if I get to drive.”
Cohen gasps. “You know how to drive a boat?!”
Cole grins. “Let’s just say I’ve had my share of adventures on the lake.”
Cohen beams. “Then I call dibs on the front seat!”
Watching them, it hits me all at once: this isn’t just some reunion. It’s a resurrection. Of a future we thought was gone.
Cohen beams, delighted with the answer, and goes back to his meal, already making plans for the day we finally get that boat. I watch him, a smile tugging at my lips, feeling a warmth in my chest that I haven’t felt in a long time.
After dinner, Cohen heads off to his room, his favorite comic book in hand, ready to lose himself in the world of superheroes and adventure.
Cole and I move to clear the table. As we rinse the dishes together, I glance at him, offering a look that’s equal parts teasing and knowing.
“You don’t always have to agree with everything Cohen asks for, you know,” I say lightly, but there’s a gentle concern behind my words.
Cole shrugs, a soft smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
“I keep saying yes to the things he’s asking because I can’t imagine missing any more of that boy’s life than I already have.
” His words strike me like a chord, a soft, poignant melody that stirs something deep inside me.
The honesty in his voice, the raw emotion he lets slip through, catches me off guard.
His words hit me straight in the chest, leaving me momentarily speechless. His honesty feels like a balm, and yet, it cuts so deeply. I swallow hard, trying to push past the emotions that threaten to spill over.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, my voice shaky with the weight of everything unsaid. “I feel guilty that I got to watch him grow up, and you didn’t.”
Cole sets a plate down and turns to face me fully, his gaze soft and understanding.
“Kenna, the only person who should be sorry is me,” he says, his voice low but firm.
“I was the one behind the wheel that night. No one else. If I had known what would happen, I never would’ve gone to that stupid party.
A few hours of fun weren’t worth losing a life with you.
” His words are a confession, raw and unfiltered, and I can see the weight of his guilt in his eyes.
My heart clenches, and I swallow hard, trying to push down the lump in my throat, struggling to find something to say. “Cole…”
He takes a deep breath, steadying himself before he speaks again. “I haven’t had a drink since that night, Kenna. And I never will again.”
I hesitate, a memory surfacing of that night at the bar. “But you were—”
“Just because I was at the bar doesn’t mean I was drinking alcohol,” he interrupts gently, his gaze never wavering. “I swear to you, Kenna.”
I search his eyes, trying to find any sign of dishonesty, but all I see is truth.
My heart lifts slightly, the tension in my chest easing.
Relief washes over me, and before I can stop myself, I step forward and wrap my arms around him.
Cole doesn’t hesitate. His arms close around me, holding me tighter than I expected, as if he too has been waiting for this moment.
As I close my eyes, I inhale his familiar scent, and I feel his warmth enveloping me. “I’m glad you’re my son’s father,” I murmur against his chest, the words coming out softer than I expect. “I just wish you were more to me.”