Let Me Love You (Australian Sports Star Series Book 2) by Iris Blobel
Authors: Iris Blobel
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deep sigh, grabbed a tissue, and wiped away her tears. It took her all of twenty minutes to pack up her belongings and close the office door behind her.
With her head held high, she walked past Cindy and out the front door. It was only when she stepped into her bedroom half an hour later that she broke down into uncontrollable sobs. Tamara curled up into a ball on the bed and cried until she stopped shaking. Letting her heart bleed out in tears, she sobbed until her entire body ached. It took a long time until her cries faded and her breath steadied. She took a tissue and blew her nose before sagging back into the pillow. Her head throbbed, and she felt a heavy emptiness in her chest.
An hour later, she stood in the kitchen making a cup of tea and some lunch. She didn’t feel like any food, but knew she had to eat. Completely overwhelmed by the events of the morning, her gaze went to the phone a couple of times, feeling the urge to call her mother.
But she resisted, still needing to come to terms with it herself, trying to understand what had happened and why.
***
Oliver followed the smell of bacon and eggs into the kitchen. Initially awkward, he’d come to appreciate having his parents in his house. It was a big burden on Benjamin, his dad, having to care for his wheelchair bound wife as well as for Oliver, but his father wouldn’t complain.
“Ready to go?” Ben asked.
Oliver sat down. “Give me ten minutes to have breakfast.”
Diane, his mother, came closer and placed a hand on his arm. “You shouldn’t rush your meals.”
Oliver smiled. “Give me twenty.” Then he turned to his mother. “Will you be okay on your own?”
“Sure, I will,” Diane replied. “I’ve got Hazel and Sarah coming over for lunch.”
He laughed. Of course they would come. Hazel and Diane had been friends for as long as he’d known Tyson, Hazel’s grandson, and he was sure they still kept the weekly phone calls going.
Later that day he sat next to his dad staring across the lake, fishing rod in his hand, waiting for a bite. It wasn’t his favourite pastime. The disgusting, slimy bait, and the smell of the fish—it just wasn’t for him.
But he did it for his dad.
And sometimes even for Tyson, who occasionally headed out to a lake to get away from everything. It wasn’t his thing either, but since his dad had died, he found something close to peace in fishing.
“How’s Mum going?” Oliver asked without taking his eyes off the water.
“Your mother is doing fine.”
His father’s deep voice sounded relaxed and honest. Oliver exhaled the breath he’d been holding.
“Son, what’s done is done. Most certainly, she would’ve wished to be able to run in the backyard with the kids, but she’s nothing if not adaptable.”
Even though his father’s words were meant to ease his guilt, his heart was still aching.
“You need to move on,” his father continued. “You need to live your life, otherwise your mother won’t be able to move on, either. It’s a vicious circle.”
Oliver nodded and looked up. He met his father’s gaze and remembered those days when he was a kid and in trouble, how these eyes had scared the crap out of him, and there had been many days when he’d been in trouble. Today, his father’s eyes seemed distant, but warm and caring.
“I’m sorry you’ve got so much work now.”
Ben chuckled. “Work? Your mum and I have learnt to talk and it’s been wonderful.” His gaze went back to the lake. “I don’t think we’ve been happier.”
It surprised Oliver to hear that. His parents had always been a happy couple. There’d been a rough patch in their relationship when they had moved to the States. Diane hadn’t been able to adjust as easily as everyone else, but she’d managed, yet in the end, Ben had agreed to come home earlier.
“You’re trying to ease my guilt?”
His father’s deep chuckle made him smile. “Not at all, son. Not at all.” Ben sighed and was quiet
With her head held high, she walked past Cindy and out the front door. It was only when she stepped into her bedroom half an hour later that she broke down into uncontrollable sobs. Tamara curled up into a ball on the bed and cried until she stopped shaking. Letting her heart bleed out in tears, she sobbed until her entire body ached. It took a long time until her cries faded and her breath steadied. She took a tissue and blew her nose before sagging back into the pillow. Her head throbbed, and she felt a heavy emptiness in her chest.
An hour later, she stood in the kitchen making a cup of tea and some lunch. She didn’t feel like any food, but knew she had to eat. Completely overwhelmed by the events of the morning, her gaze went to the phone a couple of times, feeling the urge to call her mother.
But she resisted, still needing to come to terms with it herself, trying to understand what had happened and why.
***
Oliver followed the smell of bacon and eggs into the kitchen. Initially awkward, he’d come to appreciate having his parents in his house. It was a big burden on Benjamin, his dad, having to care for his wheelchair bound wife as well as for Oliver, but his father wouldn’t complain.
“Ready to go?” Ben asked.
Oliver sat down. “Give me ten minutes to have breakfast.”
Diane, his mother, came closer and placed a hand on his arm. “You shouldn’t rush your meals.”
Oliver smiled. “Give me twenty.” Then he turned to his mother. “Will you be okay on your own?”
“Sure, I will,” Diane replied. “I’ve got Hazel and Sarah coming over for lunch.”
He laughed. Of course they would come. Hazel and Diane had been friends for as long as he’d known Tyson, Hazel’s grandson, and he was sure they still kept the weekly phone calls going.
Later that day he sat next to his dad staring across the lake, fishing rod in his hand, waiting for a bite. It wasn’t his favourite pastime. The disgusting, slimy bait, and the smell of the fish—it just wasn’t for him.
But he did it for his dad.
And sometimes even for Tyson, who occasionally headed out to a lake to get away from everything. It wasn’t his thing either, but since his dad had died, he found something close to peace in fishing.
“How’s Mum going?” Oliver asked without taking his eyes off the water.
“Your mother is doing fine.”
His father’s deep voice sounded relaxed and honest. Oliver exhaled the breath he’d been holding.
“Son, what’s done is done. Most certainly, she would’ve wished to be able to run in the backyard with the kids, but she’s nothing if not adaptable.”
Even though his father’s words were meant to ease his guilt, his heart was still aching.
“You need to move on,” his father continued. “You need to live your life, otherwise your mother won’t be able to move on, either. It’s a vicious circle.”
Oliver nodded and looked up. He met his father’s gaze and remembered those days when he was a kid and in trouble, how these eyes had scared the crap out of him, and there had been many days when he’d been in trouble. Today, his father’s eyes seemed distant, but warm and caring.
“I’m sorry you’ve got so much work now.”
Ben chuckled. “Work? Your mum and I have learnt to talk and it’s been wonderful.” His gaze went back to the lake. “I don’t think we’ve been happier.”
It surprised Oliver to hear that. His parents had always been a happy couple. There’d been a rough patch in their relationship when they had moved to the States. Diane hadn’t been able to adjust as easily as everyone else, but she’d managed, yet in the end, Ben had agreed to come home earlier.
“You’re trying to ease my guilt?”
His father’s deep chuckle made him smile. “Not at all, son. Not at all.” Ben sighed and was quiet
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