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Watch his actions. Those are what speak his love. He’s not the best at words, but the more you let him in, the more he opens up foryou.
Don’t be afraid. We’ve all had other loves. Don’t think he can only have one because you’ve proven thatwrong.
Please don’t give up on him because he won’t give up on you. When you make your way into his heart, he’ll fight to keep you there. He’s the strongest man I’ve everknown.
Thank you for loving my family and give Maven a kiss forme.
Lucy
I’m in tears when I finish, and I hold the letter to myheart.
Chapter Forty-One
Dallas
Willow:We need totalk.
Her text isn’t the only thing that worries me. She sent it at three this morning. The early hours of the morning are when your brain is working the hardest, going over important choices, the shit you want to forget butcan’t.
Is this a good or bad we need totalk?
Should I be heading to theairport?
After I drop Maven off at school, I call Hudson and let him know I’ll be late today, and then I drive straight to Willow’s apartment. Fingers crossed it’s not empty when I getthere.
I take the stairs three at a time and find her sitting on the couch. My chest gets heavy when I notice the moving boxes scattered everywhere. Some flat, some put together, some taped up with scribbled words onthem.
She nervously glances back at me while I trudge across the room. I don’t take my eyes off her–like it’s the last time I’ll get to see her. Her naturally plump lips that fit perfectly around my cock are puckered as she watches me. The hair I love twirling my fingers around is down in loose curls. The woman I’ve fallen in love with is going to walk away with the remaining pieces of what’s left ofme.
“Hey,” she says. “You never texted me back. I wasn’t sure if you got mymessage.”
Why? Was she trying to get out of here before I showedup?
I snatch a half-filled box and dump out the contents. I need physical evidence that my life is going to change. That I’ll be going back to the miserable asshole I was before she took meover.
“What the hell?” Willow screams, sliding off the couch infrustration.
I scowl at the items on the floor. Clothes. Shoes. My eyes zero in on the shoes she left at my house that night. Her gaze goes to me, then to the pile on the floor, and back tome.
Where did this sudden change comefrom?
We spend all of our free time together, and from what I believe, we’ve been enjoying it. No arguments have occurred. Every prenatal appointment has gonewell.
What happened? Where did it gowrong?
“You going somewhere?” Iask.
Her brows scrunch together. “The moving boxes give itaway?”
“Sure did.” I struggle to keep my voicecalm.
Stress is bad for the baby. We can’t risk another miscarriage. I won’t argue. Won’t fight it. She’s calling the shots. I’ll move if that’s what she wants, get a job bussing tables in LA if I have to, turn my life upside down to keepher.
Her head cocks to the side. “I thought this was what youwanted?”
I grit my teeth. “That’s never what I wanted. Not once have I told you to pack up and ditch us. Just so you know, what you’re doing is going to leave my daughter and me broken. Do you understand? You’re not supposed to turn your back on us because we fell in love with you. I fell in love with you.” I shake my head, my voice breaking. “And we don’t want another person we love to leaveus.”
She blows out a breath andsmiles.
