Easy to Love You
there was a basket full of clothes. She picked up a pair of Ryder’s little pants and folded it.
    “I feel like there’s a shit storm brewing and everyone is hiding from me. I can only ever get Hailey on the phone. Jaylinn comes here after work but claims she’s tired and goes to bed. Chloe is the only one who comes over for a visit and doesn’t run. Christ, I can’t even get Mason to come over, as a much of a pain in the ass as he is. I’m about to tell him something’s wrong just to lure him here.”
    Mom laughed and shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t know what’s going on. Maybe you should have Hunter call them all and plan something for this weekend. Your dad and I would love to spend some time with Ryder for a little while.”
    “Yeah, maybe I will.” Mom continued folding the clothes while I watched a movie on Lifetime .
     

     
    After CC and I took our shower together, I wrapped her in my arms until she was sound asleep. After I knew she was out for the night, I got up and crept downstairs to check on Jaylinn and Cooper, who were still watching Ryder for us. Cooper was in the kitchen warming up a bottle for Ryder when he told me to call his dad; apparently he’d wanted to talk to me.
    I rang him and after spending some time on the phone, I felt a little more at ease that he was taking care of the situation. I hadn’t really expected anything less; I mean we’re talking about his daughter and grandson. Not to mention the fact that she was completely clueless about any of this.
    He’d explained that he’s known about my whole situation since we’d moved here. I was informed that Mom had confided in Mrs. Cahill. Apparently they’d gotten to drinking one night, shortly after meeting, and had hit it off. The next morning she’d been worried that she’d told Mrs. Cahill too much and that we’d be moving again. She needed to keep us safe. Mrs. Cahill had sat her down for coffee and they’d talked for hours, while Jaylinn and I were out playing with the Cahill’s at the baseball field behind their house.
    He knew all about Dad’s robbery of the South Berry Credit Union. He knew that Mom had been held captive at gun point in her own home, as ‘insurance’, while it happened. Jaylinn was only a baby at the time and they made sure to keep her in a separate room. When Dad finally came home that night and the captors let Mom go, they’d found Jaylinn in her crib naked, with a piece of tape over her mouth. He knew Dad had gotten into some trouble and didn’t have a choice but to rob the bank or he would have been killed. He knew that I’d been with my grandparents when everything went down. He knew Dad told Mom that it would never happen again.
    Mr. Cahill knew my mom never went to the police because she feared for our safety. The next time it happened I was home, but I hid in my bedroom closet until Mom came to get me. He knew Mom packed us up in the middle of the night and disappeared.
    Mrs. Cahill told my mom that her husband was an FBI Agent and that she knew for a fact that he’d help keep us safe. Mr. Cahill wanted to take my mom into headquarters but she’d refused to talk about it. He made a promise to her for that as long as she lived near us; he would always look out for us and protect us. No family should ever have to go through something like that.
    After Mom confessed everything to the Cahill’s, they instilled the need to always protect CC in Jackson, Mason, and Cooper. When I hung up the phone a couple of hours later, I felt a sense of relief that I wasn’t the only one looking out for my family. This whole time it was like two families had combined into one, forming a stronger bond, a bond that would never be broken.
    My only problem was that CC didn’t know about any of this. Just like Mr. Cahill never wanted what he did for a living to touch her, I didn’t want my past to touch her either. However, now that my dickbag of a father was back in the picture, I wasn’t sure I could

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