"Mommy, are you getting married?"
Rachel stopped moving as she heard the question, looking closely at David's sincere eyes. His small sad face bothered her, making him seem more grown up than he should be, it seemed to her, that he had thought much about it.
She forced a smile on her face, tapping the spot next to her. "Come sit here, honey."
David threw his bag on the ground and got on the bed. His small hands played with the edge of his shirt showing he was worried. Rachel held his face in her hands, pushing his hair back.
"That's not what's happening," she said softly. "It's not really a wedding. It's more like an event, like the type of event I usually attend. Something I need to do for my job. It doesn't mean our family will change, or that I'm replacing anyone."
David looked up at her, confused. "So… it's not like when my friends' moms marry new dads?"
