We sit in silence, I take the time to study her face. Her hair is braided back, the tail of the braid rests over her shoulder, a few blonde strands fall from her head and frame her face. The golden brown of her eyes swim with hints of green, making it the perfect hazel shade. Much different compared to Monty’s chocolate brown.
A yawn escapes and takes over my body, throwing my hand over my mouth so I can shield the sight of my mouth opening wide to accommodate the intensity of it.
“Sorry,” I say, “That just came out of nowhere.”
A tired smile curves her lips, “It’s okay, I shouldn’t keep you.”
I go to protest, but another yawn hits me. Sighing, I agree with her. “You’re right, we both should go get some rest. I’ll see you in the morning?”
She doesn’t have to come over in the morning, but now that we have agreed to see where things go, I really don’t want to spend any time apart. Even if I get to learn more about her while we are eating breakfast andhearing about Shiloh’s latest dreams. I would like to see her there with us, being included.
“Absolutely, I’ll head over as soon as I wake up.” She responds.
“Okay.”
“Sweet dreams, Evie.” Saying my goodnights, but not wanting to end the call just yet.
“They’ll be the sweetest now.” She responds, “Goodnight, Josie.”
Before I can register what she said the call has ended and my screen goes black. Dropping my phone next to me on the mattress, I roll to my back and stare up at the ceiling. A giddy feeling rolls through my body, and it’s something that I haven’t felt since I first met Monty. I don’t know if that’s a sign, or if it’s just the idea of getting back into triad dating.
Whatever it is, I find myself lulling into sleep with a silly smile on my face, and hope in my chest. Knowing that the next couple months could change everything, for the better.
ChapterTwenty Six
Evie
SevenMonthPostpartum
The familiar BBN$ song blares in my little space as I am pulling a bralette over my head. Quickly, I pull the bralette in place and use my hands to get the ladies just right while making my way to the bed, where I am fairly positive I threw my phone before I started to get dressed.
The music stops, “Shit.” Now I won’t be able to pinpoint exactlywherein the covers my phone is. Grumbling, I begin to feel around the bed, grabbing the hem of the comforter and pulling it back. Then in slow motion, my brain registers the weight on the bedding, but it’s too late. Watching my phone get catapulted a couple feet and it lands face down onto the bedroom floor.
“Fuck a duck. This is just my luck.” grumbling every possible curse word under my breath, closing my eyes as I grasp my phone and bring it to my chest. Taking a deep breath, I open my eyes and pull my phone away from my body. Anticipating the worst.
“Oh thank fuck.” I breathe out as I look at my screen, free of any cracks or damage. A new phone is not in my budget right now, and I plan to ride this old android phone until it’s so ancient that even the cavemen would say that it’s old.
My screen lights up again, and the music starts as Harper’s name flashes on the display. Quickly, I accept the call and put her on speaker.
“Hey babes–” I don’t get much further than that when Harper interrupts me.
“Happy Birthday bitch!” She screams through the phone. A cackle leaves my body as Harper proceeds to horribly sing happy birthday.
Once she’s done, I shake my head, a smile permanently plastered on my face. I love this girl so much. I know I tell her that she’d crash and burn if I wasn’t a part of her life, but in all reality I don’t know how I would have been able to move forward without her in my life.
If I didn’t have Harper in my life, I don’t even want to think about how I would have handled everything that happened a couple years ago when things ended with Markus and I. Shaking my head, I grab that thought and slam it back in the chest I usually have it locked in. Securing it with more locks and throwing it back into the very dark and unused spot in my mind.
“Thanks babes, I appreciate you.” I tell her, grabbing a cream colored blouse to throw over my bralette. “Are you coming to the greenhouse with us this morning? Josie said she was going to message you.”
Feet sliding into my sandals, I secure my phone between my cheek and shoulder as I step out of the loft and lock the door before marching down the stairs.
“Of course, Xavier is giving everyone their breakfast and then we’re heading over. I’m just throwing the ball for Winnie so he can burn some energy.” As if on cue, I hear the bark in the background of my friend's American bulldog telling her to throw the ball.
“Yay!” I squeal. “Then we can head out after to Bearclaw for tacos and margaritas!”
“I’m going to probably regret margaritas… but I convinced Xavier to drop us off and pick us up after so we don’t have to worry about ordering a ride share, or one of us not drinking.” Harper tells me.
“I bet you convinced him so good, all his toes were curling.” I tease her, and when she snorts at my response I know I got her. I laugh out loud as I walk through the main door of the Montgomery’s.
