I lift my head up and look at him dubiously.
“Home?”
“Sure, dear. If you and Patrick don’t intend to
live together, surely you don’t think that it makes
sense for you to stay in that apartment. As soon as
it’s all worked out we’ll go back home and get
things worked out, one step at a time.”
At home. My home.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything. I’m here now
and everything will be fine.”
I nod, weak, unable to confess to my father that
I don’t have any intention of going back to live
with him. That I was already planning on
repainting the walls in the apartment and dreaming
of colors for the baby’s room.
That I was already dreaming about waking up
every morning in the strong arms of the man lying
next to me.
Patrick
I stopped by to visit my mom. I had a few hours
free and so I decided to come check out the
situation to see if things had gone back to normal.
“Hey, Honey, what are you doing here?”
“Just stopped by to say hi,” I tell her, kissing her
cheek.
“Can I make you something to eat? Are you
hungry?”
“No thanks, Mom, I’m fine. I’m just passing
by.”
