Not Broken: The Happily Ever After(29)

I smiled at Shawn as I finished buckling him in. “Yes, Daddy. I told you I’m fine. Besides, I’m not alone. I have the best companion right here.” Shawn laughed as I tickled his belly.

“Still, what if something happens? What if you blackout again? We still don’t even know why you did.”

“The doctors didn’t find anything wrong. I’m fine. I promise. We’ll both be fine, and besides, Mom already gave me contact demands.”

As I said that, Mom walked out with a bag full of food containers. She’d been cooking up a storm so that I wouldn’t have to for a few days.

“Yes, Collin, I told her to call or at the very least send us a text message for the next few nights just to be sure.”

“Yep, otherwise Mom is sending out the National Guard. So, see, fine.”

He still looked unconvinced. Daddy was normally the rock of the family. Mom was the emotional one, but I could tell that he was hiding his concerns and fears behind his playful overprotectiveness.

Mom had been a wreck when they’d arrived from Greece, and he slipped back into that military man role of keeping focus on the task at hand to get us through the crisis. This time, he let his worry show, and that bothered me more than I thought it would. My parents should have been enjoying their golden years instead of worrying and taking care of me at this stage in my life.

I placed the food on the passenger’s seat before giving them hugs and kisses, then climbed into my car. I was looking forward to alone time again, although I already knew Macy would be by later; she’d said so after she learned I was going home. She’d visited right after I was released from the hospital, and stopped by again mid-week. While I’d appreciated her visits, I was also a bit skeptical. Macy was the only person that didn’t drill me on finding out what happened, and that was unlike her. I tried not to overthink it, and instead would enjoy hanging out with my friend while the kids played.

When I got to the house, I sat outside the gate, staring at it. My beautiful prison. When I’d first seen this place, it had made me happy because it was somewhere different. A different location made it easier for me to lie to myself, to pretend my life was something other than what it was, to pretend Seth wasn’t who he really was. Pretending. I’d gotten good at that over the years. Thought I’d had it perfected. Obviously, I needed to do better.

A quick glance in the rearview mirror brought a smile to my face. Shawn slept in the backseat, not a worry in the world. If only we could all have it that easy. Pressing the home-link button in my car, the gate croaked to life, opening slowly with a squeal. The second button was pressed to open the garage door. I pulled into my spot. Same place I’d parked since day one. These walls held a lot—fear, anger, sadness, but most importantly they held familiarity. I knew what to expect within these walls. I took comfort in the solace they afforded me.

We were home about an hour before the call button buzzed. Picking up Shawn, we headed to the front door, expecting it to be Macy, but it wasn’t. A low groan passed my lips as I watched Dorian’s little blue sports car come up the drive. Why was I cursed with two unannounced visits in such a short time span? Shawn, however, started kicking in his excitement. I took in a quick breath, as his excited movements caused discomfort of my sore ribcage.

“Why are you here? And why didn’t you call first?”

Dorian reached out to take Shawn, who was fighting to get to her. “At least he’s happy to see me.”

“He’s too young to know any better.”

No rebuttal came as she walked into the house, pretending I hadn’t spoken. “I called Mom and Dad,” she finally said. “They told me you’d left their house and had gone home. You might want to consider some concealer for that bruise by the way. People might get the wrong idea.”

She sat Shawn down next to his toy box before taking a seat on the sofa. I sat opposite her on the loveseat, waiting on an answer as to why she was here.

“I don’t really care what people think, but I’m fine. Thanks for asking.” Despite my words, my hand went to the bruise. Even a week later, it still remained dark purple and angry looking.

“I know. Our parents kept me informed when I called. You fell down some stairs. Did you expect me to drop everything and come running to keep vigil at your bedside?”

“Of course not. I know better than to expect you to go out of your way for me unless it somehow benefits you. Even then, the chances are still slim to none.”

Shawn walked over to me with two of his books in hand. Reaching down, I lifted him up, and grimaced as pain shot through my side. I placed him on the sofa beside me, but he quickly climbed into my lap before he started flipping through one of the books.

“You still haven’t said why you’re here.”

“To stay until I find a place. We haven’t finalized the divorce, or sold the house, but since you came to your senses and got me hired, I gave notice at my firm. I still have a few cases to tie up or hand off, but for the most part my move is in the works.”

“Did you…wait…what? To stay? Here?”

“Yes, here. It’s not like you don’t have the space. I was going to stay with Mom and Dad, but I’m too old to be living with my parents, even temporarily. So, this is a better option.”

I moved Shawn off my lap onto the couch. He quickly scrambled back to his spot, frowning at me in the process. I knew, I knew that getting her on at Jokobi Enterprises would come back to bite me in the ass. No good deed goes unpunished. I should have gone with my gut and made her hunt for a job like normal people, but no, I had to be the old me and give in and be nice. Look where that got me.