We’re filthy too. We all smell and are in desperate need of a shower. Not exactly the way I like to come home to Eloise, but at this point, I just want to see her and hold her and tell her that whatever happened at the doctor’s appointment, we’re in this together. We’ll get through it.
The GPS says we have ten miles left. Only thirteen minutes before I’m with my better half.
fifteen
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I’min agreement with Conor. I have no idea how Henry has the patience to drive so slowly. The roads are shit, and he probably is keeping us alive, but I want to be with Kyleigh and Parker so badly that it’s an effort not to boot Henry from the driver’s seat and get us there myself.
The GPS says there are five miles left. Eight minutes. I tap the windowsill, blowing out a breath. We’ve been traveling for way too long.
“Will you all just calm down?” Henry says. “It’s only eight minutes. We’ve gone through so much to get to this point and now we’re only eight minutes away.”
They don’t make people like Henry anymore, but thank God he’s ours.
My leg bounces as we drive. A text comes in from Kyleigh.
We’re getting dinner ready for you guys. I hope you get this. The signal isn’t great here and we can’t see where any of you have been for the last hour.
“Huh,” I say.
“What?” Tweetie asks.
“Seems the girls can’t see us on the tracker app and they’re not sure any texts are getting through.”
Henry glances at me, reading my mind.
“You gonna cut the lights, Henry?” Tweetie whispers.
“Guys, I’m not playing games. I’m going to barge through that door and pick up my girl as soon as we get there,” Conor says.
“You’re no fun.” Tweetie frowns at him.
The GPS says we now have three minutes until arrival. After another minute, we turn down the long gravel driveway to the cabin.
“Just remember we haven’t been stellar with our ideas lately. We just spent an entire twenty-four hours traveling from Boston to here.” Conor inches between Henry and me. “Let’s quit while we’re ahead.”
I shrug.
“I guess he’s right,” Henry says.
“Yeah, I don’t want Tedi to drop Addison or anything.”
We all laugh, and the trees clear, the cabin coming into view. It’s lit up and as gorgeous as the pictures. Not that any of us care as long as the people we love are inside.
Henry parks the SUV next to his own from home and kills the lights. “Beat the GPS by one minute!” He raises his hand in victory.
“Pathetic,” Tweetie mumbles.
“I would’ve beat it by five at least,” Conor says.
“Then you’d be in a ditch right now,” Henry argues.
We all grab our backpacks, and we don’t even make it a few steps from the SUV before the cabin door opens.
Bodhi spots Henry right away. “Daddy!” He jumps off the top step and Henry instantly drops his bag and catches him, spinning him around.
“Now that’s impressive. Not your one-minute GPS bullshit,” Tweetie says, jogging up the stairs.
