Throughout our years together, since the time when me and his Dad had seperated when he was only eighteen months, me and The Five Year Old had been lucky that The Friends had always been a big part of our lives. Day trips out and holidays have often included one or more of The Friends and so it was therefore not unusual for The Five Year Old for outings to involve other people than the two of us. The Boyfriend had been a part of this group (although on the periphery not, at this time, in the inner sanctum) and had therefore already met The Five Year Old at a couple of gatherings previously. Things were different now though. Now it really mattered how well they got along. We planned a day out together. The Boyfriend became increasingly nervous as the ‘big day’ approached.
We went to a favourite local spot of mine and The Five Year Olds, I had guessed that The Five Year Old would enjoy showing The Boyfriend the things he liked to do there. We ran through the woods, ate ice cream by the river, fed the ducks and played in the park. The two of them got on well. It was early days, but things were looking good.