I help Ma clean the dishes, take BB outside, then head up to my room and try to stay up to greet Dad when he walks in. It reminds me of my younger years, when he had late nights at the hospital. I’d wait up, then run downstairs when I heard the sound of the keys jingling in the door.
Funny how coming home allows old habits to creep up as if they never died.
* * *
I must have fallen asleep,awoken by the sound of my phone.
Beep.
A text message.
Fake Billionaire Fiancé at Christmas:I miss…BB.
Me:Then come get her.
Fake Billionaire Fiancé at Christmas:If I come get her, I’m not letting her go.
Me:She’s off-limits.
Fake Billionaire Fiancé at Christmas:Pity. I think she’d be happy with me.
Me:What makes you think she’s not happy without you?
Fake Billionaire Fiancé at Christmas:Correction. She’d be HAPPIER with me.
I ignore the smile that’s found its way on my face, the butterflies doing jumping jacks in my gut. Are we having a conversation about…us?
Me:Maybe you’re right. She’s into you.Her eyes light up when she looks at you.
Fake Billionaire Fiancé at Christmas:I miss the way she looks at me.
Me:You’ll see her again soon and when you do, I suggest you fess up, tell her how you feel.
Fake Billionaire Fiancé at Christmas:I’ll be counting down the hours…
