“Nope, going to prom, Mom. I already have my tux.”
I already had my dress, too. But it might not fit in two months…
“Of course you are. That disappoints me.”
Boone’s shoulders slumped.
“We’re going to go grab food,” I announced. “Since Boone’s hungry.”
“He’s having salmon and rice here, prepared by the chef specially for his diet that was planned out by the nutritionist.”
“Actually, I’m not,” Boone said. “We’re going out with friends tonight. Student Council meeting that we’re eating pizza and wings. We’re planning the prom.”
“Oh, well that’s fine then.” Gail smiled.
As long as we weren’t going to be alone, then everything would be fine.
“Bye, Mother,” Boone said as he reached for my hand and squeezed.
His palm was as clammy as mine.
“Do take the Porsche instead of yours. I would like to have Geoff clean it out,” Gail ordered.
Boone nodded his head, but instead of leading us toward the Porsche when we got outside, he took us to his old truck.
“Your mother ordered you to take her Porsche,” I pointed out.
“My mother also has LoJack on her car so she can see where we’re going,” he explained. “We’re taking mine, because I know that it’s clean and she can’t track me.”
My shoulders slumped.
He was right.
Gail always knew where her children were.
Between stalking her son and stalking her other teenager, Felicia, Gail had a full-time job.
Luckily for me, Gail ran roughshod on Felicia and spent most of her time on her. She only reserved stalking Boone when Felicia was at home and duly accounted for.
Boone waited for me to get into the passenger seat before reaching over and putting on my seat belt.
His hand lingered at my belly for a long second before he closed the door softly and walked around.
He was halfway down the road before he said, “What do you want to do?”
I swallowed.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “If I have the baby…my soccer career is going to be null and void.”
“Yeah,” he croaked.
“But I don’t want to have an abortion.” My voice tremored. “How could I ever get rid of something that was made out of the love we created?”
He blew out a breath and reached for my hand, squeezing tightly. “I was thinking the same thing. But I didn’t want to make that decision for you.”
I brought his hand up to my mouth and kissed the back of it.
“We’ll figure it out, Boone.”
