Divorced! Now what?
Chapter 179

Scott POV

Godfather, I was floored. Never have I been asked to be a part of a family like that. I have known Bob and Hank for a long time, through business and jobs they got me to do in the quiet, and Bob not living in this city at the time, made it easy for me to do things without him breathing down my throat, though now I have met him, I know he would never have done that, and then sports, when he moved here. But I would never have thought they felt that way about me. I have never had a girlfriend. I had one a few years ago and caught her cheating and never bothered again. A quick romp around the sheets and done; there has never been a shortage of girls wanting to warm my sheets. I never brought them home. This place was my safe place. No woman has ever been there. Bethany has softened me over the time I have known her, showing me that not all girls are bad and unmanageable. I feel I am too old to find a woman and settle down.

'So do you think that wall can be knocked down and make this into one large room?' Pam asked, pulling me back to the task at hand.

'That wall? It's not recommended; how about this one? The room on the other side of this wall has an en-suite you can use to bathe the babies. We can make changes to the bathroom to make it safer for children.' It would be easy enough to modify. 'That sounds good, so not this wall. Why?'

'Has cabling and other important cabling running through it, would have to cut into them and change the direction, and it could be messy. Since we have been digging around, your place is not up to code either, it looks like it was done by the same people who did it next door. Enjoy this chapter for free and stay updated with the latest version on FindNovel.net. Don't miss out, visit it now. You may have to have a larger job done, so far it seems someone had done part of the house, and I have no idea why they did not do all, but as the part is done, we don't need to apply to have it changed, continue on with what had been started.

'I understand. Then knock down that wall and do up the bathroom; this will be the room we use the most for them. Thank you! Pam was filling my head up with all these plans to change, and I struggled to keep up with it all; my head was still stuck on becoming a godfather.

'Can you email me with all the changes you want and colors, and I will let you know how quickly it can be done? These little ones will be here in the blink of an eye. I suggest I hope she gets the message; I can't remember all this while my head is still stuck in godfather mode.

'Yes, I can do that. Will you have the workforce to do it all? I know you are doing a big job at Bethany's place!

'Yes, I hire a lot of ex-servicemen; many need our help to adapt back to the civilian world, and I try to give them a place to stay and a safe workplace, working with others who understand what they are going through. So I have a large pool of trusted men to pull in for the work. I started employing them not long after Bob convinced me that these were all well-trained men who were a little lost in the world and could use the help to get on their feet.

They will never forget what they have gone through, but hopefully, working with others like them will help them adjust to the noises that may trigger them, like the backfiring of a car or other sudden loud noises, which usually mean trouble in the battle. PTSD is very real. My grandfather had it, but no one knew what it was back then, and he made it through with love and patience from his family. If these people can see they are not alone and that others are willing to give them a go, they will make a life again. I hear too many are not able to readjust to life back home and end up trying to find a way to calm the mess in their heads they live with nonstop.

'Okay, let's go eat, and then you can fill me in on the security stuff that you are doing. Should we change anything now that the family dynamics are going to change?' Pam had full-on security woes before they were even there; what would she do when they started school?

'What you are getting is the best of the best. I have nothing better to offer, so unless you wish to go elsewhere and find out what others have, that is different.' I left the rest of that comment open; I was not going to fill her head up with all the other choices out there. Only she can make up her mind about the safety of her children. Bob would help her with that; he had been in the force long enough to know what was best for them and calm her down. She has lived the wrong side all her life; it is time to see the good in people and not see everyone as a possible suspect.

I left their home later than I planned and found sleep quickly. I slept soundly, better than I had in years, and I think that is all because I am going to be a godfather and because of the warmth I feel inside. If this is how I feel being a godfather, it must be ten times better being a Dad, something I had never considered before, and this has made me think, maybe I could be, but so I want to bring a child into my way of life, and now I am back to the circle. My brain takes me on over and over, keeping me away from looking at being tied down.

Getting the new plans together for Pam and Bob's home took most of my morning. I had to pull in a few more men to come over from another job to go over some changes with me on some of the changes I wanted to do and get their feedback, as sometimes changing the old buildings and bringing the house up to code can be tricky. We do not wish to knock down any unnecessary walls if we can avoid it.

The men were glad to be involved in the renovations of the old-style houses, as so many young people wanted them knocked down and a new one put in their place. Gone forever is the lovely workmanship that men of old put into them, and it often saddens me to see them knocked down, satisfied that all will be in code and changes can be made, stupid who ever did a half job before.

I headed back to Pam and Bob's.

'Hey, Scott. Want some lunch?' Pam offered a huge smile on her face and not the messed-up freaking out woman of yesterday.

'That sounds good, as long as I am not intruding. They looked like they were cooking up a storm. Flour was on both Pam and Bob's faces and clothes, and in the kitchen, there was flour on the floor and stove. A food fight had ended or was still happening until I arrived. I stopped at the doorway of the kitchen and then looked at the giggling Pam, who gave her a stunned look.

'We were trying out some new recipes. Bob said shyly, and he flicked a glance at Pam and two perfect hand prints in flour on her chest.

'So I can see interesting ingredients you have there! I chuckled as I nodded at the hand-printed chest; he had the same on his bottom.

'Yes, we could not make a decision, and then it became a small argument of sorts. Pam was still giggling.

'I'm interested in knowing what you were making, I said. I found a seat without the flour to sit on, and Pam and Bob started to clean up all the flour.

'Should there be pineapple on the pizza?' Bob spat out, which told me he did not favor it on pizza.

'That is a personal choice, like fish on pizza or olives, and in one debate, you will not get me involved with this, sorry! They were not dragging me into that debate. I chuckled as I looked at the table and wondered who won the debate.

'We compromised and made two pizzas, and can have leftovers later! Oh no, does this mean they will watch which I choose to eat? I am in this debate no matter what; maybe I should take a slice of both and see if that saves me or not; this is not a debate I wish to join.