Lucas Bradley looking gorgeous as he moved on with his life without me.
I let the tea bag steep while I scanned the latest articles about Chester Athletic.
They had lost their last game. Lucas had been sent off the field with a red card for shoving the ref. There was a picture of him shouting in the guy’s face.
He looked so angry.
It seemed he had reverted to the man he had been when I had met him.
Maybe that’s who he was all along.
Perhaps it was best he wasn’t in my life anymore.
Deep down I didn’t believe that.
“Morgan, someone’s at the door,” my mother called from the living room.
I closed my laptop and walked towards the front of the house. “I’ll get it, Mom,” I told her as I passed.
I could see the shadow of someone on the other side.
I opened the door. “Can I help you..?”
My voice died in my throat and I stood there dumbfounded. Unable to move.
“I’m hoping so.” Lucas smiled and my heart started beating triple time.
“What are you doing here?” I whispered. Something had happened to my voice.
“Isn’t it obvious?” He reached for me but then stopped himself, his hand falling back to his side.
“No. It’s not. I thought you had made yourself perfectly clear the last time we spoke.”
“Morgan, who is it?” my mother asked, her voice frail and thready.
“Can I come in? It would be a long way to come to have a door close in my face.” He was trying to be funny. Charming.
“What do you want, Lucas?” I demanded, not moving. I couldn’t let him in.
He had hurt me when I needed him. When I had wanted his support, he had turned his back. I wasn’t sure I could forgive that. Or that I should even want to.
But my heart thumped wildly. Just for him. Only for him.
“I’m so sorry about how I treated you. I was a total arsehole. I was selfish. I wasn’t thinking about what you needed from me, I was only thinking thatIneededyou.That I missed you. And when you told me you weren’t coming back, all I could do was lash out. To cut you out before you could cut me out. I acted like a child. I can’t apologize to you enough. But I’d like the chance to. I’ll grovel. I’ll crawl over broken glass for you, Morgan. Just let me in. Please.”
“Morgan, you’re letting in the cold air,” my mother said from behind me.
I glanced over my shoulder. “Mom, you shouldn’t be up,” I scolded.
“Well you wouldn’t answer me, so I thought I’d come see for myself who was here.” She pushed past me, her haggard face stretching in a smile. “Who is this handsome young man?”
Lucas held out his hand. “I’m Lucas Bradley, ma’am.” He looked at me, his eyes earnest. “And your daughter is the love of my life.”
Well then…
My mother’s smile spread wider. She had a little more color in her face and she was steadier on her feet than she had been in recent weeks. “You don’t say. Well come in then Lucas Bradley.”
Mom took Lucas’ hand and led him inside, leaving me to close the door behind them.
