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“You’re sure everything is okay? I don’t mind being late. We can talk if you need to.”
She kissed my lips fleetingly. “I’m positive. We will talk over dinner. Have a good day at work, okay?” Then she pulled out of my reach and went back into the kitchen. She paused to blow me a kiss. For some reason, that goodbye felt final, and I fucking hated it. I’m sure I’m just being paranoid, but I know deep down that this will continue bothering me all day.
AUBREY
My mind is still reeling from my dad’s news of David and his guitar. How is it even possible? I always thought stuff like that happening, was fake. I always thought it was only in the books and movies and never actually thought that it could happen in real life. Especially my life.
Liza wrapped me in the tightest hug I’ve ever felt when I made my way into the kitchen. She had tears streaming down her face when she let go and looked at me.
“His wife will want to meet you…Well, she already wants to since August told her about you being his daughter but this…she will love this intimate connection even more.” She sniffled a little. “I just can’t believe this. You were meant to find us, and he knew it.” I looked at my dad, and he just nodded.
I could only get out a few words. “I’d really love to meet her.”
“She is away right now on a cruise, but I’ll make the call while we are at work so she gets the message as soon as she returns.” It sounded almost like he was asking if I was coming to work, so I took it as an opportunity.
“Do you mind if I stay home today? I have a lot to think about, and I really need to talk to my mom and dad.” It felt weird saying that in front of him after our breakthrough, but my dad will always be my dad. Whether August and I get closer or not, they will both forever be important to me.
“Of course, honey, I got you covered.” He kissed Liza and me on the cheek. Before he let me go, he whispered, “Take all the time you need.”
Once I was back upstairs, I texted Callie again. I hate leaving things like that with her.
Me: Asshole moment. Forgive me?
Callie: You weren’t an asshole. I shouldn’t have been so harsh. I’m just dealing with my own shit and I’m mad you’re not here, so I’m taking it out on you. I will always forgive you. Always.
That made me smile, but it also worried me that whatever was going on with her was so bad, that she felt she couldn’t tell me.
Me: I’m sorry I’m not there. If you need me, I’ll be there tonight. I’ll book a flight, and you can pick me up.
Callie: You drove there, dummy. What about your car?
Me: You are more important. If you need me that much, I will leave. I can have Brie get a ride here and get it when she comes this weekend. You come first.
Callie: No, I’m fine. Just promise me you are coming home at some point soon. I need my best friend. I can’t do this without you. Nick is no help. He said he’s not helping with the “girly stuff.” Plus, you know he’s not happy about this. He hates Jake.
Me: I promise to help with your wedding planning and all the girly stuff. And I’m serious; the minute you really need me to be there, I will be, babe.
Callie: I really miss you bitch!
Me: I know. Stop before my baby bitch heart starts to cry. I have to call my parents. Call me later, okay?
Callie: Always.
I closed out of our messages and sat on the bed letting the events of today process a little more. I know she’s looking for a more solid answer, and she deserves one. Living in limbo was not only affecting me anymore. I picked up my phone and sent a text.
Me: I’ll be home the week after my birthday. I Promise. Our secret for now, okay?
She didn’t answer, so I figured she had returned to work. I video-called my parents and told them about David and August’s guitar. They were in utter shock. They thought I was making it up until I showed them the picture of August holding it. I also told my parents that August and I had a breakthrough and I called him Dad.
My dad was quiet for a few seconds but then spoke up. “So, since we’re both your dad, does this mean I can get a cool nickname so you can differentiate us when referring to us?”
“Like what, Dad?” I was practically howling with laughter. He would try to make me feel better by making jokes. It is one of the things I love most about him.
“I don’t know, pumpkin. Pick something rad.”
I heard my mom laugh at him. “No one says rad anymore, dear; you are showing your age.”
I cut in. “I think I may just call August ‘Pops’ like Link does. It will cause less confusion.”
