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“Easy. I wish I were done already. I want to be a cop so damn bad.”
I laugh as he shoves a huge spoonful into his mouth. “You’re such a pig.”
“Oink, oink, baby.” Graham then snorts like a pig. “Tell me about your week.”
I take the last bite and then set the bowl down. “It’s been interesting. I didn’t know Chris was back until the day I showed up to see Robert.”
“Is it a good thing he’s back?”
I nod, slowly. “It is, especially for Robert and Madison.” I shrug. “I hold no ill-will toward him. He didn’t force me; I gave it up easily to him. Yes, it’s unfortunate that things fell apart for him, but he’s Madison’s father. If he’s sober, and wants to spend time with her, he can.”
“You’re so wise for someone who’s only twenty.”
I shake with laughter. He’s always telling me that I’m an old soul and I interpret that as being totally lame. “That’s me, I’m a regular Obi-Wan Kenobi.”
He throws a pillow at me. “You’re such a dork.”
I come over and sit next to him, with my head on his shoulder. “What about you? Is everything going okay?”
“It is. You know me, just school and work. I’ve missed you.” He kisses my forehead. “How’s work?”
“Good, I’m still on a modified orientation. All that means is I have a smaller case load, but every week they’re adding more.” I like that they haven’t just thrown me into it, they’ve taken the time to teach me right.
“That’s because you’re a kick ass nurse.” He’s quiet for a second. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”
Oh God, is he going to ask me out? I honestly don’t think I’ll ever see him as anything other than a friend—I’ve hoped and hoped feelings would develop for him, but they just haven’t. I hold my breath and wait for him to say whatever it is he’s going to say, while trying to figure out to let him down easy. “Okay, what’s going on?”
“I-I’ve met someone. It’s still very new, but I really like him,” Graham says that last part quietly.
I sit up. “Him? Oh my god, why didn’t you tell me? I thought you were going to ask me out.” I wrap my arms around him. “This is great news, I’m happy for you.”
Graham shakes his head. “I wanted to tell you so many times, but I’d chicken out. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”
“No, don’t apologize. That is your journey—your life, and you tell me when you’re ready.” I snuggle into his side. It fills me with so much love for him to know he trusts me with is heart. I feel really lucky.
We sit snuggled together and he tells me all about Casey, the man who is making him blush.
Chris
My feet slap against the road as I jog around my neighborhood. I’ve been home for two weeks now and it’s been good. Haddie has let me spend as much time with Madison as I want. I’ve never loved someone the way I love my little girl already.
I can’t help but smile as I think of Madison. Yesterday when we watched her while Haddie worked, she was on her little mat, doing some tummy time. I was lying on my stomach in front of her, doing pushups, and she did the sweetest thing.
She began “talking” to me while smiling and pushing up on her arms. We did it until her little arms couldn’t hold her up anymore. Dad sat in his recliner, smiling as he watched us.
Thankfully he is feeling better, but I’ve asked him to be more hands on with my daughter. He laughed his ass off earlier when my beautiful little girl shit up her back and up her front, smiling while she did it. Dad laughed even harder while I gagged over and over. It put the last blowout she had to shame.
I learned real quick that a quick spray in the tub is perfect for cleaning a baby covered in shit that no baby wipe could help. She kicked her arms and legs as she laid on the floor, wrapped in her towel. It took me a bit to get her all dried off, diapered, lotioned, and dressed.
After a half hour I head toward home. I hate not working, but hopefully I’ll hear from one of the construction crews I interviewed with yesterday.
They’re both supervisor positions, but I made it known that I have no problem jumping in where needed. One thing I’ve learned is I love working with my hands. Who knew that manual labor would be what I’m good at?
I reach my street and find a big ass red truck in the driveway. I’m not sure who it could be.
Stepping inside, I kick off my shoes, and as I head toward the family room, I hear a couple of male voices. The closer I get, the more I recognize the voice. I stop just short of the entryway and take a deep breath. I’m nervous about seeing him.
“Hey,” I say as I step into the room.
