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“Then give me some freedom to be an adult.”
Dad runs his hand through his hair. “I thought we were already doing the freedom thing. What happened to baby steps?”
“This was the baby step.”
“Well, moving to New York with your boyfriend seems like a whole bunch of leaps all at once.”
“I’m sure for you it is, but it’s not like you don’t know Kodiak. We grew up together. He’s Maverick’s best friend.” I take a deep breath and blow it out, feeling my frustration grow. “I’m only having this discussion because I’d love to have your support. I’m not asking for permission, though. Neither of us is.” I motion between Kodiak and me.
“We’re not?” His eyes are wide.
I roll mine. “No. We aren’t.” I huff out a sigh. “Look, I get it. My childhood was traumatic for all of us, and I recognize you all did your best to manage things, but don’t you think it’s time to let us figure things out on our own?” I make eye contact with every adult at the table.
Rook and my dad slowly sink back in their chairs, and Lainey and my mom give me sad, but proud smiles.
“You know she’s right, Alex. I think we’ve probably done enough interfering when it comes to these two. Maybe it would be a good idea to trust them and their ability to cope instead of finding reasons not to,” Mom says.
My dad rubs his chin and mutters, “Ah hell.” He nods slowly. “Does it have to be New York?”
“That’s where the internship is, so yeah, Dad, it has to be New York. Why don’t you look at it this way: You’ve done your job. You’ve helped raise a competent, confident young woman, and I want to take this amazing shot to pursue my dream. And I’m smart enough to bring along someone who is 100 percent behind me on this and will most definitely make sure I’m okay.”
“I’m so sorry we’ve made it so hard for you,” Lainey says softly.
“You were doing what you thought was right,” Kodiak replies, his tone equally gentle.
“Rook and I have connections in New York. We’ll see about getting you into a training camp out there for the summer,” my dad says. “But only if you want us to make calls.”
I look to Kodiak.
“Uh, yeah, that’d be great, Alex. I mean sir.”
“I’ve changed your diapers, Kody. You don’t have to start calling me sir.” My dad gives me an apologetic smile. “I only ever want what’s best for you.”
“I know. You wouldn’t have put all that money into therapy and sewing machines and an art room if you didn’t.”
That gets a chuckle out of everyone.
The house alarm beeps, a signal that either Maverick or River is home.
Everyone turns when River shouts, “Whose bomb-ass truck is in the drive—” He comes to a very abrupt halt the moment he enters the dining room with Josiah at his side. “What the hell is going on?”
River’s eyes lock with mine, and I give him an apologetic shrug. “I texted you.”
“Right. Okay. I didn’t check my messages.”
Mom stands and pulls him into a hug, then gives him a questioning smile. “Aren’t you going to introduce us to your friend?”
“Huh?” He glances at Josiah, and I can see the moment he decides not to disappoint him.
Kodiak squeezes my hand.
River clears his throat, gaze darting from me, to Dad, and then to Mom. “This is Josiah. And uh . . .” He looks at Josiah. “He’s my boyfriend.”
And just like that, me and Kodiak moving to New York together isn’t the biggest news anymore.
Mom nods knowingly. “I figured. Well, let’s get you two boys a chair so we can get to know Josiah better.”
Three hours and a whole lot of yummy food and surprisingly easy conversation later, our parents gather their things and get ready to head home.
