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Since then, Connor has been the most dramatic person alive, acting as if he was carrying the load himself.
“You don’t understand. I’ve woken up nauseous for the past two days, my body aches, and I feel as if I’m going to vomit every time I eat the smallest thing. It has to be pregnancy symptoms.”
“You have heard of this thing called the flu, right?”
“Well, yes, that’s a possibility, but I’m ninety-nine percent sure it’s pregnant vibes. Aaliyah and I are just that close that I can feel everything she’s feeling. We aren’t even together right now, but I know she’s craving chili fries, so I’m going to go out and get some.”
“You’re going to get fat over these next few months.”
“Just call me St. Nick, buddy, because this gut is going to be ho-ho-huge in a little while.”
I snickered a little. “I’m going to hang up on you now.”
“Okay. Keep me updated on everything.”
“Yup, will do.”
“If you end up doing the arrangement, I’ll see you Friday!”
“What do you mean, see you Friday?”
“Uh, I’m sorry. Didn’t you just drop the bomb that you might be getting married next weekend, and the rehearsal is Friday?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll see you Friday.”
“Connor, no. You don’t have to fly out here for this. It’s not a big deal.”
“It’s the biggest deal, even if it’s for different reasons. I’m not missing your wedding.”
“I’m not kidding, Con. Don’t come. I don’t want to make this a bigger thing than it is. Even if we do decide to do this, the arrangement will be shorter than Aaliyah’s whole pregnancy. We aren’t going to make this a big deal. Please, don’t come.”
We hung up with one another, and I looked around the property. My driver was still fifteen minutes out, and for the life of me, I didn’t want to go back into that house.
I hated everything that was happening.
I wasn’t some kid begging for a family to love me anymore. I was past that stage in life. Still, for some odd reason, I felt as if I were that same vulnerable little boy who could’ve been put out on the streets tomorrow if someone had changed their minds.
That was why I didn’t like taking things from others. I hated gifts, and I hated promises. People could hold gifts over your head and throw them in your face if they needed to, and promises were the easiest things to break.
My head was in overdrive mode, and all I wanted to do was shut it off.
While I waited for my ride, I found myself on the basketball court shooting hoops. Because of course Kevin Michaels had a basketball court. It was the only thing I could do to keep my mind from spinning. I grew up playing basketball on broken-down courts in the Bronx, and the game always gave me some kind of peace. There was something about me being in control of my shots and getting a chance to try again if I missed.
The night’s sky was pitch black, and a few stars shone through. As I dribbled the ball back and forth a few times and performed a few drills, I glanced toward the water and paused a moment, grabbing the ball in my hands.
There Stella was, walking toward the water, in her black dress. The waves were a bit aggressive that evening, and I knew the water had to be a bit chilled. The water hit her ankles first, and she shivered a bit but kept walking into the ocean. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, and I couldn’t grasp why she was walking into the water like an insane person. It wasn’t like she was going for a late-night swim, but she was walking into the intense waves that were hitting at a speed that made me uncomfortable.
I wasn’t a water person. The closest I’d gotten to water growing up was when the firefighters used to open the hydrants in the summertime during the heat waves of NYC. So, the ocean freaked me the fuck out.
The deeper she grew, the more nervous I became.
She knows what she’s doing, I told myself.
She wouldn’t be out there if she couldn’t handle the waves, I kept repeating in my head.
A massive wave came her way and engulfed her whole body, taking her under the water. I swore my balls clutched from watching it happen. My chest burned when she didn’t emerge.
“Get up,” I said out loud as if she could hear me. When time passed and she still didn’t stand, I cleared my throat and hissed, “Get the hell up, Stella.”
Still, nothing.
I dropped the basketball onto the court and dashed toward the oceanfront. Stella still wasn’t coming up, which freaked me the hell out. I dove in and went under, searching for her. The moment I felt her, I wrapped my arm around her waist and began pulling her out, dragging her soaked body out of the water. That was when the panic ensued.
