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Cara
After driving nearly twenty hours, we pull into our home. Easton hops out of the van, unloading Jackson's chair before making his way into the house.
Quickly.
He's going really fucking fast.
Before I'm even fully out of the van, Rose is bursting out of the house and running towards me at full speed. We both break into sobs, running towards each other and throwing our arms around one another
She leans back, grabbing onto my face, "I can't believe your back." She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me against her and squeezing me tight. "I was so worried."
Tears flow down my face, tumbling down in free-flowing waterfalls. "I can't believe it, either. I didn't think I was going to come home."
That makes her cry harder. Her entire body shakes as she rocks against me. After a few minutes, she pulls back and wipes her face. "Don't you ever fucking do that shit to me again, Cara. Not ever."
"I'll try not to." I never tried to in the first place.
Easton comes up to her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her against him. "What about me?"
She turns around, crying all over again as she wraps her arms around him. "Thank you, Easton. I love you so fucking much." She kisses him. "I'm so glad your back." She says against his lips.
"That's more like it." He kisses her, and I'm instantly jealous of their love. It's undeniable and rare to be in a kind of love like that. As I look at Jackson, I wonder if we have that. I love him, and I'm in love with him, but we haven't even said it to each other. Will we ever be like Easton and Rose?
Will we be the one in a million that found their soul mate?
"We should get out of here. I'm fucking beat, and I bet they want to see Wes." Easton says.
"I do. I want to see my baby." I look at Jackson, and he has the same need reflected in his eyes.
"But I want to talk to you. We have so much to talk about." Rose looks at me sadly.
"Tomorrow, Rose. Let them rest." He pushes her towards the van where Daniella still lies in the back. I don't know what Easton's plan is, and I'm still too heartbroken to even ask.
"I'm coming over tomorrow, okay?" She comes up to me, wrapping her arms around me once again. "I love you."
"I love you, too." I whisper against her neck. My best friend.
We watch as Easton and Rose hop in the van and take off. Once they're down the road, I book it into the house, rushing into Wesley's room. He's in his room, nuk in his mouth as he sleeps soundly.
I drop to my knees, letting out silent sobs as I see his perfect, healthy form.
"Thank you. Thank you so much." I whisper to anyone who might be listening. For letting me keep my baby. For keeping him safe.
I hear Jackson pull up behind me. He goes to the crib, laying a hand on Wesley’s stomach.
"He's good, Cara. He's fine." He tries to reassure me.
"I was so worried." I whisper, wiping the tears with the back of my hands.
"I know. I was, too. But he's fine. He's sleeping, and we should go to sleep, too. Get some rest so we can spend the entire day with him tomorrow. I bet he'll be excited to see you."
"Do you think he'll still remember me?" That worry has been niggling at the back of my head for the last few days. I might have spent every day with him, but he's still a baby. The possibility that he might have forgotten about me already is heartbreaking.
"Are you kidding? That's your baby. You're his mom. He loves you more than any of us. He could never forget about you."
I look up at him, hearing the sincerity in his voice.
I nod, and standing up, I follow him into the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower. I still feel gross." Easton ran to the dollar store down the road from the motel and picked me up a plain t-shirt and men's boxers. I've been wearing that since, feeling weird and out of my element. Not like myself. I can't wait to get these clothes off, take a shower, getting into something of my own and fall asleep in my own bed.
