Page 2 of Wreckage of Us
“Ethan’s life would’ve been hell on earth had you not stepped in.”
“Nothing would’ve been a problem had I not fucked Sugar without any worries in the world,” I deadpan.
“So you’d rather he was never born?” Wyatt lifts an eyebrow in question, the move so familiar, as I do it, too.
“What?” His question shocks me to the core.
“Based on your fucked up logic,” Wyatt points out, “had you not fucked Mia, she would’ve never gotten pregnant, and then Ethan wouldn’t have been born, therefore, he wouldn’t have gone through the trauma of the first four years of his life.”
“That’s stupid as hell,” I snort.
“Exactly!” Wyatt throws his hands toward me, shoulders almost up to his ears. He is so animated while trying to clear shit out for me. “You’re a dumbass.”
I hear Ethan giggling and turn my head just in time to see him hopping off the bottom branch of the tree, which is pretty low to the ground, and straight into Alison’s arms.
“You are such a troublemaker,” she teases him, pretending like she’s going to drop him. They are both laughing up a storm.
“He’s a pretty good kid,” I mutter mostly to myself.
“He’s an amazing kid,” Wyatt confirms what I already know. “And you better not come thinking you’re taking him back and away from us, fucker,” he warns me.
I am shocked by his words. I never even considered taking Ethan away from them. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“I see how you’re looking at him,” Wyatt points at his nephew when saying that. “You love him. In spite of how much you tell yourself that you don’t.”
Fuck.
When did I turn into this sensitive pussy, talking about feelings and shit?
On the day that Wrecker died, the thought floats around in my brain.
I guess I’ve never really been the badass motherfucker I thought I was. I just put on a good show for a while.
“So, now that you know you’re not dead inside,” Wyatt comments as if he can read my mind. “Go get your woman and make a baby or two with her. It’ll change your life for good, I promise you.”
“I want to see Ethan more often,” I tell him, the words out of my mouth faster than I could blink.
“I’m pretty sure he’d love that,” Wyatt agrees to it on the spot. I was bracing for a battle.
“What about Alison?”
“What about her?” My brother seems surprised by my question.
“Will she be okay with me having a relationship with…” I don’t even know how to word this. Last thing I want is to offend my brother or his wife after all they’ve done for Ethan.
“Your son?” Wyatt finishes my question.
“Yeah,” I nod, “that.”
“Neither Alison nor I ever wanted to keep Ethan away from you, brother,” Wyatt assures me. “We want him to be happy. We talk about you quite a bit, and he brings you up a lot,” he informs me.
“He does?”
“Yep.”
“Okay,” I tap the armrest in a steady pattern. “Maybe I can come see him when he’s on school breaks.”
“He’d like to come stay with you, too, if you’re up for it. I told you before,” my little brother reminds me. “So I hope your ass stays here. We can use Ma’s boyfriend’s jet as an air… Uber… transport… something… thing…”
