RoomHate(66)
I reluctantly admitted my realization to him. “Maybe this time away is necessary. It will help you realize what you really want out of life.”
He surprised me when he admitted, “I think you’re right.”
His agreeing with me caused my stomach to drop a bit. At the same time, I vowed to be strong, to let fate take its course. I wouldn’t act stupidly and sabotage anything one way or the other, because I loved him. So much. I wanted the best for him, wanted him to be happy even if that didn’t involve Bea and me.
The universe had already shown that it had plans for me, ones that were beyond my control. Bea was proof of that. I had to trust that something bigger than us was at the helm and that this latest challenge had a purpose. The only thing I was sure of was that it would either tear us apart or make us stronger than ever.
At the end of five months, I’d have my answer.
***
It rained that entire day.
As if Bea could sense that something was off, she refused to sleep in her new crib that night. It made me think that it was quite possible that babies had a sixth sense. Ever since Justin had redone the nursery, she loved sleeping in there and watching the stars. But tonight—Justin’s last night—Bea only quieted in the safety of my arms. Intuition, maybe. So, I let her lie next to me in my bed, even though, like me, she couldn’t fall asleep.
The closer it got to midnight, the more melancholy I became as insomnia continued to win out.
Justin’s knock was light. “Amelia, are you awake?”
“Yeah. Come in.”
He entered and lay down on my bed next to us, repositioning the covers. “I can’t sleep.”
“Are you nervous?” I asked.
“Scared as hell is more like it.”
“About what in particular?”
He let out a single sarcastic laugh. “Everything. I’m scared to leave you alone, scared she won’t remember me…scared she will remember me—remember that I left. I’m scared to perform in front of thousands of people, scared to f*ck up. You name it. I’m worried about it.”
“You shouldn’t be worried about performing. You’re gonna knock ‘em dead.”
Ignoring my assurance, he took Bea from next to me and placed her on his chest. Her breathing started to even out.
It broke my heart when he softly kissed her head and whispered in her ear, “I’m sorry, Bumblebee.”
My mood had been all over the place throughout the day, alternating between feeling sorry for myself and Bea, to feeling proud and excited for him. In this particular intimate moment, I felt compelled not as his lover—but as his friend—to help him understand that he deserved this opportunity that he’d worked his entire life for. He had nothing to be sorry for. That was how I knew I truly loved him, because in the eleventh hour, all I wanted was to take away his guilt and make him feel good, regardless of how much his leaving hurt.
“Nana would be so proud of you, Justin. She always used to tell me that she believed you were destined for greatness. When you go out there, don’t even think about how many people are watching, just sing for her, sing to Nana…do this for her.”
“She’d be pleased with how you turned out, too, Patch…all you’ve undertaken. The mother you’ve become despite how shitty your own mother was. Nana would be so damn proud. I’m so damn proud.”
With Bea now fast asleep on his chest, Justin leaned in to kiss me. He began to devour my mouth, firm but tenderly. We kissed for several minutes, careful not to wake Bea.
He spoke into my mouth, “I want to make love to you so badly right now. But at the same time, I get why you think that would make tomorrow even harder. I don’t know if I could ever walk out of here after that.”
“I don’t think Bea would allow it right now anyway. She looks too comfortable.”
He looked down at her and smiled. “You’re probably right.” He turned to me, his blue eyes luminescent in the darkness. “Promise me a few things.”
“Okay.”
“Promise me that we’ll video chat at least every other day.”
“Sure. That’ll be easy.”
“Promise me that if you get lonely, you’ll call me any time—day or night.”
“I will. What else?”
“Promise me that we won’t keep anything important from each other and that we’ll always be honest with each other.”
That one made me feel a little queasy as I started pondering what things he anticipated having to be honest with me about.
“Okay. I promise.” I swallowed. “Anything else?”
“No. I just want to sleep next to you and Bea tonight. Is that okay?”
“Of course.” I took his hand. “It’s going to be okay, Justin. We’ll be okay.”
He smiled and whispered, “Yeah.”
Justin placed Bea between the two of us. As she lay in the middle, Justin and I looked into each other’s eyes until sleep finally claimed us.
***
When I woke up the next morning, panic hit me for a brief moment because Justin was gone from the bed. Looking at the clock, I calmed down, realizing it was only 9AM. He wasn’t scheduled to leave until around noon.
The smell of his signature coffee brewing wafted up the stairwell and immediately made me sad. It would be the last time I would smell his coffee fusion for a long time.