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My dad grabs her arm and tugs her away. “Maureen, don’t sob all over the poor girl’s sweater. It’s not likely we’ll be able to get her to change if you ruin it,” he jokes.
I roll my eyes at his pathetic attempt to lighten the mood, but I am smiling, so I guess it worked.
We all pile into their rental car and head to the mall. There’s a kid’s furniture store there, and I want to see what they have so I can get an idea in my head for what I want for the nursery.
Since it’s the weekend, the mall is packed and we have trouble finding a place to park. My dad ends up parking about as far away as you can get from the entrance, but it was the only place he could find.
My mom chats excitedly as we head inside, but I’m not listening.
Instead, I’m thinking—thinking about what it would be like if Ben was still here and we were shopping for our baby together. It would be a lot more exciting, that’s for sure. I hate so much that I feel like I can’t even enjoy being pregnant because I miss him so much. I wish he was here to touch my still-flat stomach, and kiss it, and talk to it. I wish he was here to feel the baby move when the time comes, find out the gender, and pick out names together. Instead, I’m all on my own. It’s my baby, not ours. Okay, so that’s not exactly true, but it feels like it. I don’t have him to ask questions and share every little moment with. It’s not the same as it would be if he was here.
We walk past the food court on our way to the store and I hear someone call out, “Blaire?” I ignore it and keep going. There are plenty of other Blaire’s in the world besides me, so it doesn’t even faze me. “Blaire?” they call again, closer this time. “Blaire?” This time I recognize the voice, even above the cacophony of the mall.
I stop dead in my tracks and my parents keep walking. They stop and turn around when they realize I’m not with them. My head swivels from side to side, and finally, I see Ryder hurrying toward me, wrangling an uncooperative Cole.
“Blaire,” he calls in relief this time when he sees that I’ve stopped. It looks like he’s just run out of Chick-fil-A in the middle of placing his order. He scoops Cole into his arms and holds on tight to the wiggling boy. “We’ll get your chicken nuggets in a minute,” he tells him when Cole begins to cry. He stops in front of me, and motions to a table with the flick of his head. “Can we sit down and talk for a minute?” he asks.
“Um … I … I’m here with my parents.” I point over my shoulder in their general direction.
My mom comes forward and asks, “Who’s this?”
Before I can answer, Ryder holds out his free hand. “Ryder, ma’am. Nice to meet you.”
“Mhm,” she hums, looking him over and giving me side-eye. She clearly wants to know what’s up here.
“He’s the leader of Group, Mom,” I say, deflating her love bubble she’s created. She’s probably already planned my wedding to Ryder and named our children.
“Oh,” she mutters, crestfallen.
I sigh and look back at Ryder. “I only have a minute.” To my parents I say, “You guys go on without me. I’ll find you in a bit.”
My dad takes my mom by the elbow and drags her away, because there’s no way she’s going on her own.
I take a seat, the legs of the chair squeaking loudly across the gray tile. Ryder sits too and plops Cole in his lap. He promptly hands Cole his phone and the little boy becomes occupied pressing buttons.
“I wanted to talk to you about yesterday,” Ryder begins, then clears his throat and looks away awkwardly.
“There’s nothing to talk about,” I say and go to get up.
“Wait,” he cries, and I stop. “This is so much more awkward than I imagined.” He glances up at the glass ceiling. “Yesterday, I think … I think we had a moment, or maybe more than one moment.” He shakes his head and his dark hair brushes against his forehead. On most men it would look like a shaggy mess, but on Ryder it just works. “I don’t really know what happened.” His Adam’s apple bobs. “But I think you felt it too, and that’s why you left.” I look away. He’s right, so I don’t refute what he says. He continues when it becomes obvious I’m not going to say anything, “But I wanted you to know that I would never act on anything. I know you’re still getting over Ben and despite what I think we might feel for each other, it’s too soon for you, and that’s okay. Please don’t stop coming to Group because of me, though. It can really help you and I promise to leave you alone.”
“I don’t want you to leave me alone.” My voice is soft when I speak and I look down at the table. I don’t miss the flash of his pearly white teeth, though. I force myself to look up. “But you’re right, I’m not ready for anything between us.” I motion from me to him, like that’s somehow necessary for him to understand what I’m saying.
He nods. “I can live with that. I’m glad I ran into you, Blaire. I wanted to call you, but I didn’t think you’d answer.”
“I probably wouldn’t have,” I admit.
He grins and stands. “I better go feed this monster.” He tickles Cole’s stomach, and the boy giggles.
We say our goodbyes and I watch him head back into Chick-Fil-A with Cole. He looks back at me once he’s in line, and I quickly avert my gaze, walking in the direction my dad pulled my mom.
I end up finding them sitting on a couch in one of the sitting areas in the mall. When they see me, they stand and head toward me.
“He was cute,” my mom cries, grabbing onto my arm.
“He’s okay, I guess.” I shrug.
“Are you kidding me?” she asks. “He’s a looker.” She then proceeds to glance behind us like he might be there. “Is he married?”
