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Finally having some time alone, I asked her, “What was he like as a kid?”
A wistful smile graced her face. “He was a fussy baby. Even back then, he was demanding.” She chuckled. “I always knew he wouldn’t lead a regular life. He was always protecting or helping someone. Always knew he was destined for bigger things, my Adam was.” Turning to me, she said in complete awe, “He was exceptional. Good at everything. Learned at a quick pace. Like a sponge. Just soaking up information. Sharp as a tack,” she laughed. “Lord knows he didn’t get that from his mama. I’m a simple girl, from a simple town, with simple needs. My Adam…he was much more.”
I sat there listening with a smile until she said, “That’s how I knew you were special.”
My eyes started to burn, but she went on, “Adam has a way of surrounding himself with special people. Rock and Boo are special, just like him, and when he said he’d met a girl…” She looked over at me with a knowing smile. “I knew he’d met her. That one person everyone looks for. They search and search, and some die trying to find ‘em. And when you finally meet them, something inside of you says ‘Oh, there you are. I’ve been looking for you. And I didn’t even know it.’”
By this point, I was silently blubbering.
She explained, “See, for me, it was Adam’s daddy. I didn’t have him for very long before I lost him, but he was that person. I knew I’d never love like that again. And I didn’t need to because that love…I still have it inside of me. It makes every hard day a little easier.”
I said through shuddering breaths, “You’re a very wise woman, Clare.”
And she laughed. “Dear lord, Lily! No one ever accused me of being wise. And stop calling me Clare. I like when you call me Mama.”
Smiling out into fresh air, I closed my eyes and responded quietly, “Okay, Mama.”
Which brings us to now.
Staring out the windshield, I mutter, “Oh dear God, this is going to awkward.”
Nox chuckles, “No it won’t. Stop being dramatic.”
Scowling at him, I lean across the seat and punch him in the arm. He mock-blocks me and laughs, “Hey, no fighting the cripple!”
My eyes flash. Reaching over again, I punch him twice more while he laughs. I hate that he calls himself that. I will never see him as an invalid or cripple.
He’s just…Nox.
Exiting the car, we reach the front door, and I’m glad I asked Terah to prepare Mom and Dad for meeting Nox. I didn’t want them being shocked or to ask stupid questions that he couldn’t answer. My dad worried me the most.
I wondered how he’d react to meeting the person who stole his daughter away.
Holding Nox by the hand, I reach forward to press the doorbell when the door swings open. Terah runs to me, wrapping me up tight and screeching, “Oh my God! I can’t believe this! I’m so fucking happy for you!”
Releasing me suddenly, she runs over to a now freaked-out Nox and throws her arms around him, yelling, “I’m so glad you’re not dead anymore!” Nox chuckles silently, and Terah looks up at him seriously. “No, I mean it. That totally sucked!”
He laughs harder, putting an arm around her, smiling. “Me, too. It’s good to be alive.”
Terah bounces up and down while saying in a sing-song voice, “And getting married!”
Shaking my head at her, I utter, “Calm down, dorkette. We haven’t told anyone yet.”
Suddenly, a tall, handsome man appears at the front door. He has light brown hair, laughing brown eyes, and an easy smile. Taking one look at Nox, he walks forward, taking him into a firm hug. Nox hugs him back, and they talk close for a while.
This must be Jonathon.
Releasing Nox, he comes forward, smiling with open arms. Feeling shy, I walk forward and allow him to hug me tight.
He kisses my head and my heart aches. Such a sweet gesture and I don’t even know him.
Jon pulls back a little and says, “Goddamn, those are some genes. Guess your dad’s lucky he didn’t have any more baby girls. He’d have to beat ‘em off with a stick.” Pausing, he adds in complete seriousness, “Or commit murder.”
Blushing, I giggle stupidly loud, and both he and Nox chuckle.
Terah slaps his arm playfully. “Leave her alone, Jon. You’re embarrassing her.”
She takes me by the arm and leads me down the hall. I know what she’s doing. She’s trying to put it out in the open that she supports me, whatever the decision. And I’m grateful.
Approaching the kitchen, I hear Mom chatting away to herself. When I peek inside, she squeals, “Oh, my baby!”
Laughing softly, I wrap her up in a hug and hold her tightly. She sighs, “It’s so quiet here without you, honey.”
Squeezing her, I say, “I thought you liked the quiet.”
Squeezing back, she utters, “There’s quiet. And then there’s quiet. And I don’t like quiet.”
Releasing her, she looks past me to Nox. Using his cane for support, he comes forward, and Mom’s face turns devastated. Not a second later, she takes him into a motherly embrace and mutters over and over again. “Thank you so much.”
He did save my life, after all.
Nox holds her. “I’d do it again in a heartbeat, ma’am.”
Pulling back, she smacks his chest, “Don’t you ma’am me. You’ll call me Mom.” Staring at her in shock, she turns to me and adds with a wink, “Nice ring.”
I mentally smack my forehead.
I forgot to take off my ring. Some surprise.
Mom tuts, “We need drinks! And I think the occasion calls for something bubbly.”
She moves across the pristine kitchen with such ease it looks as though she’s gliding. Opening the refrigerator, she pulls out two bottles of Dom Perignon and hands them to Jon to pop the corks.
He pours and hands us our glasses, but something doesn’t feel right.
“Where’s Dad?”
Mom’s happy face droops. “In his office.”
Silence.
We stare at each other for a moment before I blurt out, “I should go get him.”
Moms smile reappears, gentler this time. “That would be nice, sweetie.”
Nox squeezes my neck and asks Mom, “Do you think I could sit down somewhere? I get tired pretty quickly these days.”
Her face falls, “Oh, honey! I’m so sorry. Of course we can sit. Let’s go outside. It’s such a nice day.”
Linking her arm with his free one, she leads them to the backyard, and Nox turns to wink at me. Shaking my head, I smile and bite my lip to stop my laughter. The goof is giving me time by distracting my mom.
I love that man.
Watching them all exit through the double doors, I take a moment to prepare myself for this encounter. I love my dad. I do. But I wish he’d done things differently.
It’s too late to do anything about that now, but it still bugs me.
Quietly making my way down the hall, I stop by my dad’s office and listen in.
Nothing. Not a sound.
Peeking in, I see my dad at his desk, going through a photo album. I assume he wants privacy, so I turn to leave, when I hear, “Nothing scarier than almost losing a child.”
Stopping in my tracks, I listen as he goes on, “Losing a child, as in your wee one passing away, I think ye could come to terms with. It’s so final. I’m not saying it would be easy, just that it’s permanent. But almost losing a child…” He clears his throat. “…It’s a very hard thing to witness. Ye do the best ye can to hold it together for yer family. Somehow, it always comes back to that day. The thought of ye being out of me sight for even a minute was enough to make me loopy.”
Turning, my eyes met my father’s as he continued, “Because if ye were out of me sight, I couldn’t protect ye, love. It’s a father’s duty. And I only did what any father would do. I could handle ye thinking I wasn’t fair. As long as ye were safe, I could deal with yer attitude, Lily.”
And although I don’t completely understand, I get it somewhat. Nodding once, I shift from foot-to–foot, suddenly nervous.
A smiling Dad breaks the tension with, “So he fought the underworld for ye?”
Not able to keep the smile down, I whisper, “He promised he’d come back for me.”
He looks serene as he says, “Must love ye a lot, Lily girl.”
