“It’s not that. I told him Juniper Evelyn wanted him to score a goal. And he did. For her.”
“Wow,” Hannah said. “You two have reached the level of romance that’s kind of annoying to watch and be near.”
“Aw, you poor thing,” I said. “Do you need a turkey and cheddar sandwich to cheer you up?”
“That was mean,” Hannah said. “But kind of funny. But… yeah… mean…”
Hannah playfully pouted.
I looked at my phone.
Then at my daughter.
I had a glimpse of my life.
Juniper Evelyn and I on the couch, in matching pajamas, cuddled up with a bowl of popcorn, watching Atlas play hockey.
I shut my eyes and took a deep breath.
By the time I opened my eyes and looked at my phone again I saw him getting into a fight.
Gloves on the ice.
Hockey stick on the ice.
Him and some other guy grabbing each other, throwing punches.
I shook my head.
I smiled.
Oh, Atlas… I can’t believe how much I love you.
Chapter Forty-Five
ATLAS
I listenedto the shower running and stood outside the bathroom door.
I stared down at my feet.
My fists balled up tight.
I have to. I just… have to.
I grabbed the doorknob, opened the bathroom door and stepped inside.
Our new place had a bathtub in one corner and a shower in another.
A clear glass door gave me the best view of my life.
Hazel naked, standing under a shower head.
Her head back, neck stretching left to right.
My eyes moved down to her full chest.
Down to her stomach.