“Hell. I was gearing up for round two just to get cock blocked by… a cock.”
“Hurry home,” she says with shining big blue eyes.
Home. Yes. Everything about this girl is home.
Chapter30
Three Months Later
Trevor
“Hello?”
“Hi, Mom.”
“Well, as I live and breathe. It’s my wayward son. Trevor Laurence, I was starting to think I’d have to send your brother down there to look for you.”
“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I’m in the middle of my rough string of shifts, working twenty-four hours every other day. It’s nice when I get the week off afterward, but I pay for it every three weeks.”
“Are you getting enough rest?”
“Yes. I still should’ve called. I’m sorry.” This really isn’t like me. I’ve admittedly let my new happiness distract me. But at least this happiness is healthy. Not the fake kind I fell into with Ashley.
“Well, I’ll forgive you this time. I was secretly hoping you were so wrapped up in your new girl that you hadn’t thought about anything or anyone else.”
Do I tell her she’s not far from the truth? Knowing my mother, she might start looking for a wedding venue.
It’s only been three months since Addison and I made this official, but things between us are better than I could’ve imagined. We haven’t officially moved in together, but it’s rare we’re apart. She tends to sleep at her place if I’m on shift because it makes it easier to keep her early morning routine at her bake shop. But thankfully, she’d hired some extra help who can get the mornings started without her once in a while. It often has to be scheduled well in advance, given these blue- haired women have early morning quilting bees and the like. But there’s nothing better than coming home after a long shift to find my sassy sleeping beauty nestled in my sheets.
“That’s actually why I’m calling. I wanted to see if we could come for a visit.” I immediately pull the phone away from my ear in anticipation of what’s to come.
“Gahhhhh! Trevor, you’ve just made me happier than a tornado in a trailer park. Is this serious? When are you coming? How long can you stay? Does she-”
“Mom, Mom! Slow down. You’re going to break your tongue. Take a breath.” I can’t help but chuckle at her excitement. It wasn’t all that long ago I was pouring my heart out… okay, pouring my drunken heart out to her and Noah after I thought I’d lost Addison. “Things aren’tthatserious yet. But she’s the one.”
Suddenly there’s a commotion on the other end of the phone before squeals and choruses of Hallelujah cross the phone line. I can’t get another word in. She sounds like she’s speaking in tongues.
“Mom!”
“Oh, Trevor, you’ve made your old mom so happy.”
I laugh. “You think? We can only stay a few days. Addison doesn’t have a lot of help at the bakery. I don’t want her to get stressed about being away from her business for too long. She’s worked really hard on it. But I want you to meet her. And I miss you.”
“I know you’ll want to see some of your old buddies while you’re here, but I hope you’ll reserve one dinner for me. I’m going to make all of your favorites. And Noah and Becca and the kids will be so excited to meet her.”
Lord, is it too late to take this back?If she still wants me after this weekend, then she really is the one.
* * *
“Boys, stop jumping on Grandma’s furniture!” Noah barks.
Good Lord. Remind me why I thought this was a good idea.
“Oh, leave them be,” my mother cajoles. “They’re not hurting anyone.”
A loveseat cushion is lying on the floor, and my nephews take turns catapulting into the air and landing on it as if they’re at a trampoline park. At times it’s challenging to carry on a conversation over their guffaws, but we’re used to this. However, Addy must think my family is akin to a Ringling Brothers circus.
My mother sits on the couch beside us, Addison in the center. I wrap my arm protectively around her as if that’ll prevent my family’s chaos from seeping in. Mom’s been in her element since we arrived. She’s been cooking up a storm in preparation for our visit. Add to that being surrounded by her entire family and finally meeting Addy, and I can’t remember seeing her so joyful. “Addison, tell me about your family,” she asks, tenderly touching Addy’s forearm.
