"Yeah." Aiden nodded. "We'd be tripping all over each other, otherwise." He smiled a little smile. "It's good to see you, Mom." He wished she was happy now. He wished they could all be a family, they way they were meant to be.
He knew, he could tell, she'd been fighting with Dean. He always knew, somehow. Fighting with Dean was hard on her, and that made it hard on him too. He wished he knew what to say, but for all his calm, quiet ways, he had never been very good with words.
He put a hand out to her. "I love you, always." And no matter what. If the other kids were some kind of illusion, some possible future but not set in stone, Aiden was a done deal. he was already there, and Peterson couldn't take that away.