I couldn’t speak if I wanted to, so I just nod.
“Okay, girls. I have to get back to work.” She turns her head as some of the players jog behind her.
I search for Liam, but don’t see him.
“Hey, Pres?”
“Yep?”
“Thank you.”
“Just doing my job. Making sure you don’t mess up.” She winks, then disconnects.
Brat.
“Do you want to stay in here for a while and play while I work?” I ask and kiss Sera on the cheek.
She nods enthusiastically. “Yes! Blocks.”
I move her off my lap and get her blocks out of the closet.
“Build me something tall,” I tell her.
“Okay, Mommy.”
I sit on the floor and watch her for a few minutes.
My mind drifts and replays Aaron’s words. Then Liam’s.
Accusation. Promise.
One trying to anchor me because of history.
One trying to build something for the future.
Aaron reminded me of what he’d done for us.
Liam said he wanted to stay. That he didn’t want to miss anything else.
Aaron’s words were rooted in debt.
Liam’s in choice.
The difference becomes more obvious, and I feel a flood of emotions. Because I know without a doubt which one feels right.
When Liam calls later that night, I answer on the first ring.
God, he looks good. It hits me how much I miss him.
“Hey,” he says cautiously. Searching my face.
“Hey.”
There’s a pause, and I feel a blush hit my cheeks.
I clear my throat.
“My sister called me today.”
