Page 69 of Second Dance
I got up, careful not to make noise and slipped into the hallway, leaving the door open a few inches in case the catswanted in during the night. My footsteps were careful down the hall, though the girls were fast asleep.
In the kitchen, the faint scent of popcorn lingered, and I leaned against the counter, pulling out my phone. My thumb hovered over Alex’s name. I thought of the way he’d stood on my porch earlier, blanket and toy in hand, grief and uncertainty displayed in his eyes. He was a kind man and a good father. It hurt me to think of him at home feeling alone.
Should I text him? He might like to know that Bella was asleep and safe. Yes, I would text him, I decided. He would want to hear about Bella.
Gillian
Hey you! Just wanted to let you know that all is well here. Bella was a doll. She’s now fast asleep. I think she’s warming up to me a little. She asked me to stay in the room until she fell asleep.
Alex
Thanks for letting me know. I remain in shock that she wanted to be there instead of here. Not that I’m complaining. It gives me hope that she’s finally moving on a bit. As far as sitting with her until she falls asleep—she used to ask her mother to do that. She must trust you.”
Gillian
It’s probably a little silly how happy that makes me.
Alex
Yeah, me too. Thank you for giving her a little space in your heart.
Gillian
No worries. There’s a lot of room in there. For all three of you.
Alex
There’s room in mine for you and Grace too.
Gillian
She was so happy tonight here with Bella. She always wanted a sibling.
Alex
I’ll pick her up in the morning.
Gillian
Stay for breakfast?
Alex
I’ll bring cinnamon rolls.
Gillian
Great. I’ll see you tomorrow. XO
Alex
XO
I quickly washed the popcorn pan and put the bowls in the dishwasher, then headed up to bed. It had been a long day, full of ups and downs. However, wasn’t that life? One never knew quite what to expect. Or, in this case, who to expect to fall right back into your life after fourteen years.
I was just putting the coffee on when Bella appeared in the kitchen. She was already dressed, with her hair pulled back into a neat braid.
“Hey, Gillian,” Bella said.
