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I turn my head slightly only to be met by Becca’s teary eyes. I can’t look away, hypnotized by all the emotion I see in them.
I am going to keep her forever.
22
Becca
Dylan came homethree weeks ago. I was a nervous wreck at first. I was scared of going inside the house, but Mr. Stewart assured me that it had all be cleaned, and I even got new floors in the living room. It all looks spotless and beautiful, but it took me a few days to calm down.
Now though, now I am at peace. Dylan’s chest wound is healing properly, and he hasn’t had any lasting effects from the blood clot he had to deal with right after being shot in the chest. Actually, him being shot saved his life in a twisted way. It was perfect timing for the blood clot to make its presence known, and they were able to take care of it right away.
My cell phone starts ringing, making me jump in place. It’s my brother.
“How’s the best little brother in the entire world?” I tease him.
“I think Wyatt would take exception to that,” Colton chuckles. He and Dylan’s brother formed quite the bond, especially after Wyatt found out Colt was going to play football for the University of Michigan. He’s a fan, I guess.
“Well, he’s not my brother, so not my problem,” I deadpan, even though I have come to care a great deal about Wyatt and his family. Especially since they take such a good care of Dylan’s son. It’s all a love fest.
Colt just laughs. “Good point.”
“How are things there? Do you have everything you need?” Colt is officially moved to Michigan. Mr. Stewart took care of most of the arrangements, which made life so much easier. Getting his personal things over there has been a breeze.
“Good, it’s all good,” he now answers, maybe too quickly.
“Girl problems?” I tease even though I know he won’t share anything.
“Nope. What about you? Any boy problems?” he turns it around on me.
“Nope,” I squeak.
We chat for a few more minutes before we say our goodbyes.
“I want to be there for your first game, and then some of the other ones, too,” I inform him. “Send me the schedule.”
“You got it, Becky.” I can hear the smile in his voice.
“I love you, Coltie.”
We hang up, but I don’t move from my spot in the kitchen. A glance out the window shows me Jessica out on her back deck.
“Hey,” I step out to greet her. “You okay?” I say with worry when I notice her sad face. I thought she was about to mess around with her videos, but she’s just sitting here.
“Eh,” she shrugs. “I will be. I always am,” she chuckles, but her heart is not in it.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Ryan’s father called,” she surprises me by opening up. I mean, I did ask, but I didn’t expect her to actually tell me anything personal.
“Oh,” I worry my bottom lip and put a hand on my ever growing pregnant belly.
“He is traveling here to see Ryan. Wants to take him back to Illinois for a while.”
“What?” I squeak out. “Is that legal?”
“We, uh,” she hesitates. “We have a strange relationship. I made mistakes with Brett,” she confesses. “And now I have to pay for them.”
“What kind of mistakes you made where he can just take your baby away like that?” I ask with indignation. That’s some bullshit.
