Nicholas and Sebastian took the news of my adoption better than I expected. Nikita’s still processing and my mom went from vehement denial to begging me for forgiveness.
How do you forgive a person for giving you a life filled with love and support?
I thanked her over and over and promised her that I’d be her son until one of us takes our last breath.
My dad still can’t recall his drunken confession.
He’s sworn off everything but a beer on special occasions. That makes me wonder if there’s more secrets buried deep inside of him.
If there are, they are his to live with.
Gareth and I have talked twice since I made it home. We’ll meet up in a couple of weeks to have dinner with Rhys.
My younger brother knows about the sacrifice our parents made for me.
They weren’t in a position to offer me anything but an uncertain future on the day I was born, so they put me into the loving arms of two people who were already raising three children.
I told Gareth I was grateful to him and Deidre.
He’s thankful that I’m willing to give him a chance to be a friend now.
I glance down at the rectangular jewelry box in my hands. I was supposed to pick this up from Whispers of Grace, a jewelry store in SoHo, the morning of Athena’s birthday but I was on my way to the operating room.
I got Sebastian to swing by there yesterday to grab it for me.
Tilly stopped by with a small chocolate cake earlier.
I’m all set for the small belated birthday celebration for the woman I love.
I turn from where I’m sitting on the couch when I hear her key in the lock.
She hasn’t officially moved in yet, but she brought some of her clothing here and there are three flower bouquets brightening the space.
The door swings open with a kick of her boot against it.
I heave up to my feet to rush over to help her with the paper grocery bags in her arms and the bouquet of white roses she’s balancing in one hand.
“Lilac.” I plant a kiss on her forehead. “What the fuck is all this?”
“I’m cooking.” She laughs. “One of the cardiac nurses pointed me to a website filled with heart healthy recipes.”
We’ve been eating our way through the food my mom has prepared and dropped off since I was released from the hospital.
I peer inside the bags and mostly see green.
“There’s some protein in here, right?” I scoop up both bags.
“Salmon.” She kicks off one boot and then the other. “We’ll have a kale salad with it and then a fruit tart for dessert.”
“Chocolate cake for dessert.”
“Yeah, no.” She shakes her head as she takes off toward the kitchen. “There’s too much sugar in cake.”
I fall in step behind her. It’s impossible not to stare at her ass in the faded jeans she’s wearing or at her shoulder. It’s peeking out from beneath the pink sweater that’s sliding down her arm.
“It’s your birthday cake.”
She turns to face me. “What?”
