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“Tell him not to get anything. I can make us something.”
He must have heard me because she yelled, “He said you can cook next time.”
The moment the call disconnected, I squinted at my child as she handed me my phone. “So this is why you wanted him to come over? I could have bought us some chicken, Lucy.” I grabbed her hand and pulled her into my lap. “Mommy can buy us better food now.” I hated that I had to let her know that.
“Yeah, but with Elijah, it’s better, right?”
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“You really didn’t have to bring food,” I said, feeling guilty. I smelled the delicious aroma of chicken, and my stomach growled. I sidestepped so he could come inside with the giant bag of food.
“I think Bubby pooped.” Lucy strolled into the kitchen, holding her nose. Eli was on the floor on the blanket I laid out, kicking his feet in the air. “Can you make my plate, Elijah?”
No hi, it seemed. She went straight to bossing him around.
Before I could say anything, he chuckled. “You’ll have to tell me what you want.”
“Here.” She rushed over to the counter, jumping up and down to see. Slightly intrigued and curious, I watched as Elijah lifted her so that Lucy could open the cabinet herself. There was no hesitation between the two of them and that was the first time he’d ever picked up Lucy. I felt a little strange and fanned my face as I watched them dig out the paper plates. A few seconds later, I went to change Eli.
Lucy made us all sit on the couch and watch a movie together after the meal. I smiled. As the movie went on, I listened to her and Elijah talk and laugh, and it filled me with a sense of dread. Lucy was reluctant to spend time with Scott anymore, but there was still something she was wanting—missing. Deep down, I believed she missed her dad.
I’d love her a hundred times more, even try plucking a star from the sky for her, but I wouldn’t let Scott or his family use her against me to get us back together. When she was older, I hoped she’d understand why I made her daddy leave that night.
Missing Scott made Lucy cling to Elijah, right?
Why wouldn’t she? Lucy had wrapped Elijah around her finger since their friendship that had started out so horribly… Or maybe it began even before that. My Lucy was impossible not to like.
Lucy sat between us on the couch, Elijah’s tattooed arm draped over the cushions and dangled near Eli and me. The entire situation felt intimate yet comfortable, sitting in the dark like we were.
I couldn’t remember if Scott ever watched a movie with us. Honestly, I couldn’t recall anything we’d done as a family. Was it because Scott broke my heart, I’d lost all the good memories we’d had? I doubted that.
The moment Lucy got up and ran to the bathroom, Eli reached over and latched onto Elijah’s watch right there for the taking. The light off the TV played shadows on Elijah’s face, but I saw him stiffen as his dark eyes roamed over us.
I smiled, leaning back with Eli as he tried to take the item into his mouth. Elijah moved slightly, took off the watch, and handed it to him. I arched a brow at him. “Is that clean?”
He cocked his head, thinking about it. “Probably not.” The moment Elijah took it from Eli, he cried like the world ended. From Elijah’s terrified expression, the sound really was the end for him.
I kept my face neutral as I scooted over and put Eli a little closer to Elijah. His giant body stiffened some more as Eli settled down and giggled as he found something new—Elijah’s black shirt. “Want to hold him?”
Elijah’s head reared back slowly. “He looks good where he’s at.” Eli was already half on him since he was leaning forward, messing with the buttons.
I burst out laughing. “Oh, fudge, Elijah. He’s only a baby!”
“Yeah, he’s tiny and breakable and shit.” Eli giggled, examining him as he spoke.
I snorted. “I’m getting really tired of you calling my kids that.”
“What?” When I lifted an eyebrow, his eyes gleamed in the darkened room. “Shit?”
“We’re at a good part!” Lucy announced as she rushed out of the bathroom. She paused, unsure where to sit now that I had scooted over. She ran and dove onto Elijah’s lap. Luckily, he caught her, but he still grunted and she laughed.
I smirked. “You know being friends with a mother, you need to get used to Eli. He’s a part of me.”
I replayed my words in my head and wished I had left the last bit out. Now Elijah’s dark gaze zeroed in on mine while my daughter snuggled against his chest like it was normal.
I momentarily lost all sense of right and wrong. I was hit with a wave of emotion so strong staring at him—them together. A new feeling burned inside of me. Yearning.
I didn’t want to lose this. Such a simple thing, our friendship, yet this was different—big and bright. A very different type of happiness.
“I’ll work on it… Just not tonight,” Elijah said.
I rolled my eyes at him and let Eli pinch his arm hairs the rest of the movie until he left with a promise to Lucy that he’d come over and watch another one with her.
Things were almost perfect now. Scott still bugged me—I didn’t think he’d ever stop, nor would his family—but things were falling into place in my life. Every morning I woke up with energy and excitement, wondering what was next. That home I wanted? Where would we go? Where did I want to move? Of course, all of this wouldn’t happen overnight or even in a year or two. Lucy was about to start preschool next month and that itself was terrifying and exciting. My child would make me cry even more because she would be one of those who said, “See ya, Mom” and ran inside without a backward glance.
I was ready to make plans for the next phase of our lives. But I was all too familiar with setbacks and all-around bad luck. My dad made a joke about my luck junior year in high school. The day I got my license, I hit a possum and busted my front bumper. I cried harder over the dead animal than my car. The same week, I busted my nose tripping over the neighbor’s dog when he ran in front of me. I didn’t want to admit how many flat tires I’d had in the short years I’d been a driver. I could have a good luck streak for months, and if one thing went wrong, I feared the future wondering what would happen next.
I was overdue for a little misfortune.
