AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Weeks ago, I finally called her into my room. I asked her to sit down.
And then I apologized to her.
Eve being Eve, accepted before I’d even finished speaking.
Her arms circled me, and she started crying.
I hugged her back and said, “But I wasn’t finished. I had a whole speech planned.”
She sobbed into my shoulder, “Shut up, you dufus. I don’t care about stupid speeches. I just want my best friend back.”
And then we cried for a good ten minutes. Neither of us could talk because we were so filled with emotion.
Eventually, though, we did let go of each other and talk.
I didn’t share much.
It was my burden to carry.
Not hers.
She’d had enough of her own trauma. She didn’t need to hear what I’d gone through.
So, we had a heart-to-heart. Minus the gory details.
And then we talked about the kids.
And sore nipples.
Ours, not theirs.
She gave me some motherly advice. And some best friend advice.
And I took everything she handed me.
And then we put on an old eighties’ movie about a girl from the wrong side of the tracks who loved the color pink.
And hated posers.
And then everything was right in our world.
For now, anyway.
12
Giselle
I’d put the baby down for the night. Or more like for a few hours. He’d be up soon enough for a little top off before he slept for a longer stretch of the night.
But as tended to happen with lumberjacks’ sons—he quickly grew out of his bassinet. I knew it was time to make the switch when I caught him punching the side of the bassinet one day.
Yikes.
The boy was strong.
I’d insisted on Carlo putting a crib in here. There was no way I’d allow him to be across the hall. I needed him closer.
I always showered after his last feeding of the night. And tonight was no different. Except I’d spent a little—okay, a lot more time primping.
