Bring Me Back(82)

I scoot the box into the bathroom and sit on the floor. I organize things into drawers and trash a few things I should’ve gotten rid of before.

By the time the pizza arrives I’m almost done and starving.

My dad pays for the pizza before I can get off the floor.

“Geez, you’re speedy,” I say, making my way over to the small table. It has a stainless steel tabletop with acrylic chairs. I liked the fact that the chairs were clear, considering how small the space is. They seem to just disappear into the background.

“I didn’t want you payin’,” he says, clearing his throat. He sets the box down on the middle of the table.

I gasp. “You got breadsticks too?” He nods. I pat his arm. “Good man.”

He laughs and grabs glasses and fills them with water. As he scoots around my mom, he bends and kisses the side of her forehead. She closes her eyes and smiles. Their love is a special one. It’s the kind of love I had with Ben. It’s rare and beautiful.

I pull out a chair and sit down. They join me a minute later.

“Thanks for being here,” I tell them. “Not just tonight, but through all of this. I’m going to miss you.” Tears fill my eyes.

“We’re not leaving yet, Kid.” My dad chortles. “Save the tears for Friday.”

“I’m sorry,” I say, wiping away my tears. “I can’t help it.”

“I’m glad we could be here for you.” My mom reaches over, pressing her hand to my cheek. I place my hand over hers, holding it there.

“I’m so sorry I was such a bitch to you early on,” I tell her.

She laughs. “Oh, Blaire. I hardly batted an eye at it. You were going through so much of course you were going to be testy, but someone had to push you and I knew it had to be me.”

“Thank you,” I say again. “I love you.” I lean over to hug her.

My dad chuckles.

“Dan,” my mom scolds, even though he didn’t say anything.

I let her go and sit back. “You guys are going to come back when the baby is born, right? At least for a week?”

“Of course,” my mom says, shock in her tone. “We can’t wait to see this beautiful grandbaby.” She points to my stomach.

“Not much longer now,” I say. I’m fast approaching the eight-months mark. “Casey and the girls want to throw me a baby shower.”

“You should let them,” my mom says, picking out a slice of pizza.

I grab a slice too, my stomach rumbling. “But it would only be us,” I say. “It’s not like I know many other people.”

She levels me with the look. “Blaire, what about the people from Group?”

I wrinkle my nose. “I doubt they’d want to come to my baby shower.”

“Who knows?” She shrugs. “Maybe you should ask. What better way to forget about death than to celebrate life?”

“She has a point,” my dad says around a mouthful of pizza.

I breathe out, “Okay.” I nod. “I’ll see.”

“Good.” She smiles and reaches over to squeeze my hand where it rests on the table.

We finish eating and clean up. They stay for another hour, helping me unpack the last of things, before they head to their hotel for the night.

The cable guy hasn’t been by yet so the TVs aren’t hooked up and my internet isn’t set up, either. It leads to an eerily quiet apartment. I’m only surrounded by the sounds of my breaths and the beating of my heart. I haven’t been by myself like this in years and I don’t like it.

I get in bed and will sleep to come, but instead I toss and turn.

I cover my eyes with the crook of my arm and groan. I’m never going to get any sleep feeling like this.

I grab my cellphone off the nightstand and text Ryder.

<b>Me: Are you up?

</b>I hold my breath, waiting for his response. I jump when the phone rings in my hand, flashing his name on the screen.

I swipe my finger across the screen. “Hello?”

“Hey,” he says, and I hear rustling in the background like he’s rolling over in bed. “What’s up?”

I swallow thickly. “I’m sorry I called—”

“It’s okay that you called,” he says quickly.

“It’s weird being here … by myself,” I say, drawing the sheets up to my chin. The ceiling fan whips around above me. “It’s too quiet.” I glance to my right where Winnie sits in the window. Apparently, windows are her favorite spot. Even so, she glares at me. First I took Ben from her and then I took her away from her home. If she didn’t hate me before she definitely hates me now.

Ryder’s breath echoes across the phone. “We’ll talk until you fall asleep then. That way you won’t be alone.”

I roll to my side. “Thank you. I know this is silly, I’ve been sleeping by myself for a while now, but there were always other people in the house. Now it’s a new place and it’s so … empty.” I shake my head even though he can’t see. “Not empty like there’s nothing here—but empty of memories.”

“You’ll fill it with memories,” he says. “One day at a time.”

“Will you help me?” I ask. “To fill it.”