Page 87 of Delicate Hope


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Cooper: It’s basically afternoon

Mae: It’s 9 am

Cooper: Been up for about four hours

Mae: That sucks

The little bubbles pop up and disappear like she’s typing and then deleting what she said.

Mae: Why are you thinking about me?

Cooper: You take up quite a bit of space in my mind in general, and I was thinking about the next date I take you on.

Cooper: And I miss your lips.

Mae: That’s a lot of thoughts for 9 am.

I chuckle and start typing again.

Cooper: So that means you want to go on another date with me?

Mae: We’ve had two already

Cooper: That’s not an answer, stubborn

Mae: You are so annoying. Yes, I will go out on another date with you.

Mae: Is that clear enough?

Cooper: Damn, I love that attitude

Mae: *eye roll emoji*

Cooper: I’ll text you later with the details, but it might be a week or so, I hope that’s okay.

Mae: Is everything okay?

Cooper: I don’t know.

Mae: Is Naomi okay?

I smile at that. Her first thought was to make sure my daughter was safe.

Cooper: Yes, she’s fine. It’s the other stuff.

Mae: The other stuff you’re not ready to tell me, that has to do with Naomi?

Cooper: yep

Mae: Will you tell me one day?

I stare at her question as all the what if’s run through my head?

Cooper: yes

The bubbles pop up and disappear, then a link to a song comes through.Every Rose Needs a Jackby Gabby Barrett.

Mae: I don’t just listen to the 80s, but I heard green eyes and thought of you …