I can stop through after the game, if you can wait. If you need it now, I’ll have my brother fall through.
Me:
I’m good. I told Zy that I’m thinking about going to my mom’s house for a minute.
Solid Brix:
Feel like you lacking support?
I was momentarily blown by how intuitive he was, but then I remembered how close he and Genesis were. He understood women.
Me:
I just want my mom.
Solid Brix:
Spoiled ass.
Me:
Whatever. Anyway, if Mocha is still here, can I take her across state lines? Is that allowed?
Solid Brix:
I’ll look into it. When you thinking about going?
Me:
When y’all go on your East Coast swing.
Solid Brix:
I’m wit it. Take care of yourself tonight. I’ll stop through in the morning. I’ll bring breakfast.
Me:
Bring Genesis’ biscuits!
Solid Brix:
Get some rest.
Me:
Thanks Brix.
For everything.
A few weeks later, Mocha and I arrived on my parents’ doorstep.
“Ry.” My mom opened the door for me and pulled me into her arms.
I relaxed into her hug. One thing I’d noticed about myself since I’d started IVF was that I was more into hugging. It was like all I wanted to do in life was cuddle up in somebody’s arms. Typically, Brixton was the owner of the arms I wanted to relax in, but my mother was a very close second.
I let her hug me for as long as she wanted.
When she released me, she spoke. “Come on in here.”
