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“Yes, Colt, it’s good.” The woman's face never flinches.
“I’m sorry.” I lean in closer to her. “What do you mean, it’s good?”
She finally opens her eyes and looks at me. “Well, is it bad?”
“No.” It was the easiest decision I’ve ever made. Even if it’s not a legal, binding marriage. The sentiment behind it was all the same for me.
“Then it’s good,” she says with a shrugged shoulder.
“You don’t have any questions? You’re not mad?”
“What’s there to be mad about?” She reaches over and places her hand on top of mine. “I know my son. And I trust you to make good decisions. If you decided to marry this Libby, then I know it’s a good decision too.”
Bile creeps up my throat. I don’t like lying to my mom. Especially when she’s being this supportive over a facade.
“I do expect you to bring her over next time, though. I’m not getting any younger.”
I give her hand a squeeze. “I can do that.”
42
When I moved in with Jett, everything was business. Not the relationship itself, but the day. We had spent the week prior down-sizing my things to make sure it would all fit in with his. And when I got there with my car packed full of my things, he was at work. I spent the next five hours trying to fit what little I had left into the two drawers and two feet of closet space he left me.
The bathroom was worse. There wasn’t any space to put what little makeup I had, let alone my feminine products. I decided to organize my toiletries on the counter and bought a small tote to keep my products in next to the toilet. My shampoo and conditioner had to go on the edge of the tub since the only shelf in the shower was already filled.
I got the first glimpse of Jett’s anger that night. When he came home and things weren’t how he had left them, he got angry. It was like a switch had flipped. One minute, he was smiling as I greeted at the door, the next he was storming out of the bathroom telling me how he couldn’t live with clutter and it was unacceptable for me to just waltz in and change things.
Packing my things once again has the memories flooding back in. It’s sad to think back to that day, though. What it could have been. What it should have been. Moving in with a significant other is supposed to be exciting. Something that has you both smiling all day as you merge your lives into one. Ending the day on the floor eating take out because you don’t have your furniture set up yet.
But I suppose all of that is for the movies. And it’s better that way this time. No need to add any sentiment to today when I know this charade will eventually be over. It’s better to keep things business-like. Which is why I asked Colt to just leave my key under the mat.
“Knock, knock,” Blake says as she comes into my room. “How’s it going?”
I zip up my last bag and sit it on the floor with the others. “Just finished.”
She flops down on my bed with a huff. “I hate you for leaving me,” she says. “Can’t I just move in with the two of you?”
Laughing, I take a seat next to her. “It only has one bedroom.” Which is nerve-wracking. I thought we were looking for a two bedroom. All we have to do is live together. Nobody has to know what bed we sleep in. So when Colt sent me the link to the one he put an application in on, I was thoroughly surprised to find out it was missing a room.
Blake props herself up on her elbows. “I can sleep on the couch.”
“We don’t have a couch.”
“I’ll buy a dog bed.” She keeps a straight face, but I can’t help but laugh at her.
A knock at the door interrupts the moment and Blake rolls off the bed. “Not me,” she calls as she all but skips to her room.
“One of these days, you have to be a grownup and actually answer the door when someone is at it. I won’t be around forever,” I shout as I make my way to the front door.
Swinging it open, my jaw hits the floor as I find none other than Colt Gibson on the other side. What is he doing here?
“Good morning,” he says as his eyes travel over me. Goosebumps scatter down my arms in reaction.
“Morning?” I say, but it comes out as a question. Colt pulls a bouquet of flowers from behind his back and holds them out to me. “You didn’t need to do that.” I say as I hold them up to my nose, taking in the floral aroma.
“I’m moving in with my wife today. What better time is there?” His warm smile heats my body from the inside. “Were you able to get everything packed?”
“I did…. Why are you here?” I sound rude, but this wasn’t the plan. Is he here to tell me he changed his mind and wanted to break the news to my face? Maybe it’s for the best.
