Blo was seated on her son's bed and was currently in the middle of telling him a story, when Brice interrupted her story.
"Mom?"
"What is it, honey?"
"Do Brianna and I have a grandpa?"
"Of course you do, Brice."
"Then, why hasn't he come to visit us?"
Blo bit her lower lip, dreading the answer she'd have to provide her son with.
"Brice, sweetie, the reason why your grandpa hasn't come by to see you or your sister is because he didn't exactly approve of your daddy and I marrying," she admitted.
"Why?" the five year old boy questioned.
"Because he still views me and your two uncles as being the bad guys, Brice," Bri's voice said from the doorway of his son's room and the five year old shifted his gaze to his dad.
Blo also looked at her husband briefly before she turned back to her son.
"Your dad's right about that, sweetie."
"That's not very nice of grandpa, momma."
"No, it isn't, Brice. Despite that, mommy and daddy are very devoted to each other."
"We are indeed, honey," Bri said from where he continued to stand.
Blo rose from her son's bed in order to join her husband and they both looked back at their son.
"Goodnight, Brice," Blo said as she clicked off the light and left the door open partway before she and her husband made their way towards the living room.
Once in the living room, Blo leaned into her husband and felt his arms go around her in an embrace.
"Throughout the years we've been married, not once has my dad come by to see his grandson or even his granddaughter."
"As long as I'm your husband, he won't come by to see his grandchildren."
Blo pulled back from her husband slightly.
"What are you saying, Bri?"
"If you had wed someone other then me, your dad would have had more of an active role in his grandkids' lives."
"Don't you dare say that to me, Bri. I chose you to be my husband the moment I said yes to your marriage proposal, an answer I've never regretted in all the years we've been husband and wife. I love you."
"I love you too, honey."