“The asshole,” Willa said with a small laugh.
“So, yeah, I’m packing up and heading out.”
“To where?”
“I haven’t thought about it yet. But somewhere.”
“Well, you know my spare room is open.”
“I do,” I agreed.
Suddenly, that didn’t feel right anymore.
It made no sense. I’d always loved crashing and then moving on. Something had changed, though.
Maybe it was as simple as living in a space for longer than a few days with literally everything I owned.
“I don’t know, though. Maybe it’s time to get an apartment of my own,” I said after dropping half the boxes in my room and then going back to grab a coffee.
“Really?” Willa asked.
“Yeah. It’s… it’s been kind of nice being in one place, I guess.”
“Did you consider that maybe it’s the company that’s been nice?”
“Willa.” My voice held warning.
“I’m not trying to play matchmaker. Lord knows I’m the worst person in the world to give any kind of relationship advice.”
“Hey, don’t do that.” Her situation was complicated. But not because of anything she’d done wrong. Just an asshole guy doing asshole guy things.
“Actually, that was kind of why I was calling.”
“Is everything okay? The baby?”
“I’m fine! I went to the doctor, though. So I sent you a picture of the sonogram. Don’t get too excited. It really doesn’t look like anything yet. The tech kept trying to point things out to me, but I could never see what she was talking about.”
“Well, to be fair, I lied to Billie and all the others anytime they asked if I saw the leg or head or… whatever it was.”
“It wasn’t just me!” she said, laughing. “Okay. That makes me feel better. But, yeah, I sent it over this morning.”
“I will look at it and pretend to see things as soon as we hang up. How are you doing with… everything?”
“I’m good. Mostly. Oh, I should probably warn you, though. If you do decide to come stay here, you might need to prepare yourself for construction noises.”
“Again?”
“I know,” she said, sighing. “It’s insane how much work I’ve had to have done on a house this expensive. I almost considered moving, but it just feels like too much stress with… everything else going on.”
“And at this point, how much more could possibly need to be fixed?”
“Right?”
“Well, I consider myself warned. And I will text or call you once I decide what I’m doing. So far, my plan just involves getting my stuff packed up.”
“Okay. I hope we see you soon, no matter what you decide is next.”
“I love you too,” I said, knowing that was what she was really saying.
