will never leave you alone if you don’t get dressed and meet us downstairs. She said to give you ten minutes and then she is coming up,” he smiled, big and bright.
Josh knew damn well she would torture me if I didn’t.
I took a quick shower and got dressed. Frankie insisted on picking out my clothes again. I didn’t have many clothes with me, so that gave her a reason to go shopping earlier today. Apparently, by the brand new bags scattered around, it confirmed she did go shopping while I was sleeping.
I looked over to the bed to see what she picked, dark jeans and a black shirt.
After I dressed, I ran downstairs, my previous mood diminishing slightly when I saw my mom was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. I smiled and grabbed her into a big hug. It’s been three long years since I last saw her.
“I missed you, baby,” she was already crying by the time I wrapped my arms around her. My dad stood to her right, smiling. He was the only one who knew what happened and didn’t have the heart to tell my mom. I appreciated it so much. I’d endured the torture, I didn’t need my mom to know what I’d been through.
“I missed you, too.” I hugged her tightly, letting her know just how much I missed her. I wasn’t ashamed to say I was one hundred percent a mama’s boy. I couldn’t imagine how hard this had been on her. Though I’d kept in touch, I hadn’t seen her in a very long time.
She laughed pulling back to examine my face. “Are you home for good, honey?” she spoke tearfully wiping her eyes free of the tears. “Your dad said you were.”
“Yeah, I am.” I looked away from her. It hurt me not to tell them the truth but I couldn’t, not yet. The truth was, I was home for good. I had nowhere else to go. But that wasn’t something I could talk about right now.
Mom made me look at her. “Have you spoken with her?”
“She’s moved on, Mom. I think I’m too late.” I said, looking down at my feet, anywhere but into her understanding eyes.
She placed her hand on my cheek and I leaned into her. “Grayson, sweetie, you could have waited twenty years to return and that girls heart would still belong to you. A mother knows these things. She loves you, always has.” She insisted and when I tried to look away, she forced me to keep her gaze on my face. “Do you remember when you were seven and you had that pretend wedding?” I nodded. “Well, that girl next door is the same Evie she was back then, still in love with my son. I assure you of that.”
“I just—” she interjected before I could continue to make any excuses.
“Grayson Wyatt Gomez,” she scolded, giving her best don’t talk back to your mother face. I knew that face pretty well. “Evie loves you and that’s all that matters. Make her see it.” She spoke as she leaned in for another hug and kissed my cheek. “Don’t give up.”
She pulled away straightening her clothes and wiping her eyes. “Well you kids have fun. Don’t make plans for next Sunday though. Aiden will be in town and they want to have everyone over,” she looked toward Frankie, “Make sure Evie and Kathy come. I can’t wait to have all the kids back together finally!” she chimed dancing toward the living room.
Now I know where Frankie gets it.
Dad hugged me next. Nothing was said aside from the, “I’m glad your back.” I think he was scared to say anything because of Frankie standing there. The last time my dad had seen me I’d been in the hospital. I don’t remember him being there but they said he was.
Frankie and Ethan left so I walked to the driveway to get my truck. This is going to be a long fucking night that’s for sure, and with any luck I can avoid Shane. Getting in a fight with him wouldn’t be good. Not for Evie and certainly not for me.
As soon as we pulled in, I had a bottle in my hand, sure, no, I was fucking positive it would hold the answer. It always did in the past.
Some people wouldn’t believe you could spend
Josh knew damn well she would torture me if I didn’t.
I took a quick shower and got dressed. Frankie insisted on picking out my clothes again. I didn’t have many clothes with me, so that gave her a reason to go shopping earlier today. Apparently, by the brand new bags scattered around, it confirmed she did go shopping while I was sleeping.
I looked over to the bed to see what she picked, dark jeans and a black shirt.
After I dressed, I ran downstairs, my previous mood diminishing slightly when I saw my mom was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. I smiled and grabbed her into a big hug. It’s been three long years since I last saw her.
“I missed you, baby,” she was already crying by the time I wrapped my arms around her. My dad stood to her right, smiling. He was the only one who knew what happened and didn’t have the heart to tell my mom. I appreciated it so much. I’d endured the torture, I didn’t need my mom to know what I’d been through.
“I missed you, too.” I hugged her tightly, letting her know just how much I missed her. I wasn’t ashamed to say I was one hundred percent a mama’s boy. I couldn’t imagine how hard this had been on her. Though I’d kept in touch, I hadn’t seen her in a very long time.
She laughed pulling back to examine my face. “Are you home for good, honey?” she spoke tearfully wiping her eyes free of the tears. “Your dad said you were.”
“Yeah, I am.” I looked away from her. It hurt me not to tell them the truth but I couldn’t, not yet. The truth was, I was home for good. I had nowhere else to go. But that wasn’t something I could talk about right now.
Mom made me look at her. “Have you spoken with her?”
“She’s moved on, Mom. I think I’m too late.” I said, looking down at my feet, anywhere but into her understanding eyes.
She placed her hand on my cheek and I leaned into her. “Grayson, sweetie, you could have waited twenty years to return and that girls heart would still belong to you. A mother knows these things. She loves you, always has.” She insisted and when I tried to look away, she forced me to keep her gaze on my face. “Do you remember when you were seven and you had that pretend wedding?” I nodded. “Well, that girl next door is the same Evie she was back then, still in love with my son. I assure you of that.”
“I just—” she interjected before I could continue to make any excuses.
“Grayson Wyatt Gomez,” she scolded, giving her best don’t talk back to your mother face. I knew that face pretty well. “Evie loves you and that’s all that matters. Make her see it.” She spoke as she leaned in for another hug and kissed my cheek. “Don’t give up.”
She pulled away straightening her clothes and wiping her eyes. “Well you kids have fun. Don’t make plans for next Sunday though. Aiden will be in town and they want to have everyone over,” she looked toward Frankie, “Make sure Evie and Kathy come. I can’t wait to have all the kids back together finally!” she chimed dancing toward the living room.
Now I know where Frankie gets it.
Dad hugged me next. Nothing was said aside from the, “I’m glad your back.” I think he was scared to say anything because of Frankie standing there. The last time my dad had seen me I’d been in the hospital. I don’t remember him being there but they said he was.
Frankie and Ethan left so I walked to the driveway to get my truck. This is going to be a long fucking night that’s for sure, and with any luck I can avoid Shane. Getting in a fight with him wouldn’t be good. Not for Evie and certainly not for me.
As soon as we pulled in, I had a bottle in my hand, sure, no, I was fucking positive it would hold the answer. It always did in the past.
Some people wouldn’t believe you could spend
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