Waiting is hard, but eventually my son sat down with me while my husband was at work. He apologized profusely, even shedding a tear or two. I asked him if he enjoyed our evening. He was surprised that I would ask him that, but I insisted he answer truthfully. 

He finally admitted he did and he was even more surprised when I told him that I enjoyed it too. I spent the next hour convincing my son that I was not angry with him and that I wished we could repeat that evening. I did not tell him what his father had said.

Just before my son left, I mentioned that his father would be working late the following Friday and that if he was interested, we would have the evening to ourselves. He got up and left without another word. Nervous, anxious. Waiting is hard. Friday I ate dinner alone, showered and crawled into bed.  I was a bundle of nerves. I left a small light on and tried to relax. Time seemed to stand still.

And then the bedroom door opened and my son was there, naked in the dim light.