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Her head tilts to the side, looking like she’s trying to tell if I’m a calculating bastard today or not. “Given that it’s the bowels of hell hot out here, I should be begging you to spray me, but I don’t feel like having a wet t-shirt contest.” She gestures down to the white tank top she’s wearing.
Truth be told, I’m not into letting my neighbors see what’s mine either. Never been the kind of guy who likes others to see what I have. Needless to say, I’ve never had and never wanted a threesome, which has, believe or not, been a make it or break it situation in some of the relationships I’ve been in. “Since I’m not into sharing, I’ll keep my water over here to myself.”
She gives me a look like she doesn’t believe me, but it’s the truth. I’m not into sharing, and even if I was, she’s the one woman I would never want to.
“I heard from Maddox’s mom earlier today,” she mentions as she comes over to start washing the hood.
I watch as she bends over, using the rag to clean off dirt particles. So far it’s been a dry spring, and if we don’t get some rain soon, we’ll be in a drought situation. Which means there may not be many more days like this with her. Washing our cars in the sunlight, her wearing a bikini top under her shirt. These are the days I’m coming to live for.
“Oh really?” I haven’t heard much about what happened to him since they put him in the back of the ambulance. Sometimes it’s not easy to find out info either, given HIPAA laws and the amount of cases the Laurel Springs Police Department works. “How’s he doing?”
“Okay. Really embarrassed. She said he suffered withdrawals the next day and they’re moving him to a rehabilitation center, so that he can safely recover.”
“Damn.” I turn off the spray, trying to figure in my head how long he’d been abusing the alcohol for it to get to a point where he’d be going through withdrawals. “Did anyone know he was that bad?”
“No.” She shakes her head. “None of us at school even noticed he was drunk half the time. What does that say about us as educators?”
“You can’t take that on yourself, Rina. I mean, imagine what his parents feel like.” From personal experience I know they feel like shit, and I’d never wish that on another parent – ever.
Neither one of us have approached the subject of Caleb and what happened with him. I know she’s wanted to ask, I could feel it each time she almost did, but this time, I know she’s going to.
“How did you feel? When Caleb hit his rough spot?”
“Like a fucking failure.” I can still hear the hurt and pain in my voice. “He took his friend’s death hard, I knew that, but I didn’t realize how hard until I got a phone call from Ace telling me the shape my son was in. Not only was I embarrassed, but I was hurt. He and I have always been so close, and never before had he been the type of kid to lie to me. I still wonder, was he trying to tell me he needed help and I ignored it, or did I not see it? That’s a period in time I don’t ever want to repeat.”
“I imagine.” She grabs the hose from me, spraying off the rest of the car, and then entwines our fingers together, pulling me to the front porch. There we have a seat in the swing, while I prepare to tell her about the scariest moments of my life.
“He and I’d had conversations. I’d told him if he needed to see a counselor we’d do it, I asked him how he was handling it. Every time we’d talk, I’d get the same answer from him,I’m good. It wasn’t until Ace called me and told me what was going on that I realized how ‘good’ he was. Fuck, he could have lost his ride to Alabama, he could have lost everything.” I think back to how close he had been, how close we had been to losing it all, including our relationship with each other.
“What changed?” Her voice is soft as she asks. Part of me wonders if she really wants to know, or if she feels like she just has to see this through now that she’s started it.
I think back to that night, on the side of the road. “He cried.” My voice is hoarse as I remember the way he’d fallen in on himself, the way he’d seemed to try and hold the pieces of his flesh together. “I hadn’t seen him cry since those deployments, Rina. There on the side of the road, he broke the fuck down that night. He didn’t stop crying, not when I got him home, not when I put him to bed. We lay there together for hours, while he cried. While he got it all out. Goddamn, I’d never see him that emotional about anything before, and to know he’d been going through it all on his own? It liked to have killed me.”
“It’s breaking my heart right now, thinking about him silently suffering.” Her voice is soft as she lays her head on my shoulder.
I pull her close, needing to feel her next to me. “That night we called Blaze and I explained to her what had been going on. She set us up with a counselor he saw for about a month. I’m not saying he’s perfect, I’m sure he’ll slip up again someday, because that’s the nature of issues like what he had, but right now he’s good. It’s not to say I’m not nervous about when he leaves, but I have to trust him. If I don’t trust him, then what kind of a relationship do we have?”
“You’re a really good dad, Mason.”
“Thanks.” I kiss her on the forehead, happy that she still thinks so, after I’ve just told her about my worst failure at that title. “Sometimes it’s nice to hear someone say it.”
“You can always count on me, big guy.”
And the best thing about it? I definitely know I can. There’s no question. She’ll be one hundred percent honest with me, even when it may be easier to lie. That’s something I know I’ll never have to worry about with her.
Karina
“I feel like we’re an old married couple.” I stretch out on the couch, curled up in Mason’s arms as we watchRiverdaleon Netflix. This hadn’t been a show I wanted to watch, but Mason liked it, and after the first episode I was hooked. If that doesn’t scream married couple, I don’t know what does.
“If this is what it’s like to be an old married couple, then I’m totally on board with it.” He wraps his arm around my waist, holding me to his chest as we face the TV.
“I always wondered what people meant when they said they enjoyed staying in with their significant other. In my former life, I thought that meant the relationship was dying.” I play with the t-shirt covering his chest, running my hands down his tapered waist.
The sound of a chuckle reverberates in his chest. “I never even knew what to expect, so you’re doing better than me. I do admit, I wondered what all my friends were talking about when they said they were staying in, and how they liked it more than going out.” He runs his hand up my back, cupping my neck. “I totally get it now.”
“At least you aren’t bored of me after living with me for a few weeks.”
That had been one of my greatest fears, that the reason we got along so well was because we didn’t spend a lot of time together. I haven’t gotten bored of him, and I pray he feels the same for me.
