Deep down, a part of me wants her to be “our woman,” but there is no way Ana would go for that. Heck, she would be better off just being with him and leaving me for good.
I’d let her go to him, but I can’t imagine my life without her.
I rush into the airport to find out that there are still a couple hours before the next flight, but I don’t mind waiting because it would still be faster than driving there. My woman needs me as soon as possible.
I’m anxious the whole time, but I manage to find their address from Whiz before I head over there. Now that I knew for sure that she was at her parents’ place, it was easy for him to find the information.
I catch a cab and practically fall out of it to run to the door.
When I knock, Ana’s mother answers the door with red rimmed eyes. She gives me a soft sad smile. “Oh Viking. I’m so glad you showed up.”
I look at her confused, since the last time I saw her she said I was going to ruin her daughter’s life. Which, to be honest, I pretty much have.
I’m going to change that.
“We have plenty of time to talk,” she says softly. “Ana is upstairs. First door on the left,” she says while opening the door for me to walk in.
“Thanks. I’m so sorry for your loss,” I say before running up the stairs.
I don’t bother knocking on the door. I throw it open and see my wife on the bed; well, I think it’s my wife. I’m sure she’s under that lump of blankets.
“Ana?” I whisper loudly.
“I must be hallucinating. I thought I heard my asshole husband,” my wife whispers.
“Then I must be too because that sounded like a man with a very deep voice,” her sister whispers back.
“I’m real,” I say loudly, since I know now that they both are awake.
The blanket drops from their heads, and I see two women who have red eyes, puffy faces, tear tracks on their cheeks, and messy hair from the blanket
“What are you doing here?” Serena asks, narrowing her eyes at me.
I get the feeling that she and my wife had talked. I feel so much anger coming from her, it’s a wonder I can fucking stand right now. If looks could kill.
“And what happened to you?” my wife asks, looking at me in shock.
I look down at myself and I’m covered in spots of paint. I’m sure there’s even some on my face. “I came because my wife messaged me, and I knew she needed me. I look like this because I’ve spent the last three weeks renovating our house. I was painting our bedroom when I got your message. I left without changing or grabbing clothes.”
“What do you mean, you are renovating our house?” Ana asks suspiciously.
“The brothers have been helping. Mostly Ice. We have gutted the place. I only kept the personal stuff and dishes. I threw out all the furniture. I tore down some walls and extended some of the rooms. It’s basically going to be a new house,” I tell her.
“Why would you do that?” Ana asks with tears welling in her eyes.
“I’ve been a shit husband who pretty much let you live in a shit hole while I avoided my problems and talking to you while you basically had the house falling apart around you,” I admit.
“Just because you are fixing up the house doesn’t mean I forgive you,” Ana tells me. I can tell by the look in her eyes that she’s serious.
“I know that, Button. I’m willing to work hard to earn your forgiveness. I know we eventually need to have a long talk but, right now, I just want to be here for you. I know this couldn’t have been easy for you,” I say while walking closer to the bed.
I wouldn’t be surprised if she turns me away, but I hope she doesn’t. I know this doesn’t mean she forgives me.
“You can be here for me only if you go get me tacos and coolers,” Ana says with a stern look in her eyes.
“And Tequila!” Serena shouts from beside her.
“Alright, I’ll go pick that up along with some clothes for myself, since I didn’t bring anything,” I tell them.
