The news that the property next door was purchased with plans to turn it into a playground had been the talk of the neighborhood, but that wasn't what was preoccupying my mind. It was my mom's decision to move out, giving me and Gregory some space.

I remembered leaving earlier today, noticing something off about my mom's expression. I had been too rushed to dive deeper into it, and now, it felt even more awkward to bring up. Christine came to my rescue, "Having your own space is crucial, regardless of the relationship. It's important."

"And with the property next door now ours, I can swing by with the kids. If it gets late, I can just crash there, catch up with Bella on the latest gossip, living the dream."

My mom chuckled, "You can't survive on gossip alone, I don't know why you're so fond of it."

Christine raised an eyebrow, "It's the perfect side dish."

My mom, with a loving shake of her head, replied, "Alright, I'll serve you two more dishes of gossip tonight to satisfy your appetite."

Christine, linking her arm with mine, whispered reassuringly, "Don't take this too much to heart."

"People have their habits. Sharing space because of the kids is one thing, but even the best of relationships need a bit of breathing room. This solution is perfect, the best of both worlds." "I wish I could find someone as thoughtful as your Gregory."

Her words did put me at ease.

mom had initially wanted to spend more time with us, but the need to give me and Gregory our space had driven her to decide on living alone. It didn't sit well with

just next door, the physical distance

idea of building a playground in

top-notch, with plenty of play areas for kids.

I brought this

to our room, he said, "This is mom's way of showing she cares. We shouldn't

want to upset

was speechless

moral compass, added, "Seeing mom happy, doing these things, forgetting the mishap from before, and truly relaxing isn't that what you wanted

en

I teased, pinching him playfully only to be swiftly pinned down on

a hint?" he teased back, sealing my

high spirits, hitting a local bar for

up spotting Christine and assuming she was there for

up there just because Mr. Clarkson is in the private

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