it’s a good thing I’m not getting fucked into the couch right now.”
My guess is spot on. “Mum. This is a surprise.” Not really. I knew she wouldn’t stay away.
She’s holding several plates of food and passes them to me. “I brought you something to eat.” I take the food from her and she steps around me to go to Laurelyn. “How’s our girl?”
“I’m much better, thank you.”
She sits next to L and immediately begins her mothering by feeling L’s forehead. I guess I learned that from her. “You’re a little warm but you don’t have fever. Any chills?”
“I did earlier but I haven’t felt them in hours.”
“Good. Whatever this is, it’s passing quickly. I made soup. Do you feel like eating?”
Laurelyn nods and my mum motions for the cabana boy—me—to jump. “You’re going to eat soup for her but you’d barely drink water for me.” I sound like a pouty child.
“I feel better since I’ve gotten out of bed.” She points to the blueprints on the coffee table. “And since I got this incredible Christmas gift.”
My mum leans over to look at the plans. “What is this?”
“I’m building a music studio at Avalon.”
Mum nods in approval. “What a great idea. You must be happy about this.”
Laurelyn leans up and adjusts the pillow behind her back. “Beyond thrilled is more like it.”
“My boy does good.”
“He certainly does.” I’m glad to have the approval of the two most important women in my life.
I take Laurelyn’s empty soup bowl when she finishes and Mum follows me into the kitchen. “She’s pale.”
She’s a hundred percent better than she was. “Pale is an improvement over the color she was early this morning. She scared me, Mum. She doesn’t realize how very close I was to taking her to the hospital.”
“She kept saying her wedding dress was tight so I thought she might have already been pregnant but just didn’t realize it yet. I was hoping that was why she didn’t feel well, but I see that isn’t the case.” So I’m not the only one hoping for a baby soon.
“I’d hoped the same thing but she isn’t. We know for sure.” I don’t want to tell my mum about my wife’s period, so I hope she understands what I mean.
She’s grinning. “She may want to work on that as soon as she feels better.”
I shrug. “I don’t know. We discussed it in Maui. She told me she’d think about it.”
“Don’t look so discouraged. Thinking about it isn’t a no.”
“It isn’t a yes, either,” I argue.
“Son, she’s open to the idea if she’s thinking it over, but don’t rush her. Pressure is the last thing she needs. You’ve been married a week. There’s plenty of time for babies.”
Laurelyn has plenty of time for babies. I’m not so sure about myself but I’m not going to upset my mum by going there with her. “I know.”
“Enjoy being together while you can. Trust me, that special time is rare once little ones come along.”
Isn’t that the same thing Evan told me about Emma? That, along with a lot of other shit I didn’t want to hear about him fucking her on their living room couch and kids nursing on her all the time. “I treasure every moment with Laurelyn.”
“As you should.” She takes the spoon and bowl from me and goes to the sink to wash them. “You couldn’t have chosen a better gift than a music studio.”
“Laurelyn quit the band but she didn’t give up music. She wants to continue to work—maybe writing songs for other artists. I think the studio will be the perfect avenue for her to work from home instead of making trips to Nashville.”
“Isn’t Nashville where that man lives, the one who attacked her?” That whole situation weighs heavily on my mind.
“Yes and she’ll have to go back to testify.”
“How do you feel about that?” my mum asks.
She doesn’t really want to hear me tell her how I feel about it, how I want to kill him. “I don’t want them in the same room ever again, but I
My guess is spot on. “Mum. This is a surprise.” Not really. I knew she wouldn’t stay away.
She’s holding several plates of food and passes them to me. “I brought you something to eat.” I take the food from her and she steps around me to go to Laurelyn. “How’s our girl?”
“I’m much better, thank you.”
She sits next to L and immediately begins her mothering by feeling L’s forehead. I guess I learned that from her. “You’re a little warm but you don’t have fever. Any chills?”
“I did earlier but I haven’t felt them in hours.”
“Good. Whatever this is, it’s passing quickly. I made soup. Do you feel like eating?”
Laurelyn nods and my mum motions for the cabana boy—me—to jump. “You’re going to eat soup for her but you’d barely drink water for me.” I sound like a pouty child.
“I feel better since I’ve gotten out of bed.” She points to the blueprints on the coffee table. “And since I got this incredible Christmas gift.”
My mum leans over to look at the plans. “What is this?”
“I’m building a music studio at Avalon.”
Mum nods in approval. “What a great idea. You must be happy about this.”
Laurelyn leans up and adjusts the pillow behind her back. “Beyond thrilled is more like it.”
“My boy does good.”
“He certainly does.” I’m glad to have the approval of the two most important women in my life.
I take Laurelyn’s empty soup bowl when she finishes and Mum follows me into the kitchen. “She’s pale.”
She’s a hundred percent better than she was. “Pale is an improvement over the color she was early this morning. She scared me, Mum. She doesn’t realize how very close I was to taking her to the hospital.”
“She kept saying her wedding dress was tight so I thought she might have already been pregnant but just didn’t realize it yet. I was hoping that was why she didn’t feel well, but I see that isn’t the case.” So I’m not the only one hoping for a baby soon.
“I’d hoped the same thing but she isn’t. We know for sure.” I don’t want to tell my mum about my wife’s period, so I hope she understands what I mean.
She’s grinning. “She may want to work on that as soon as she feels better.”
I shrug. “I don’t know. We discussed it in Maui. She told me she’d think about it.”
“Don’t look so discouraged. Thinking about it isn’t a no.”
“It isn’t a yes, either,” I argue.
“Son, she’s open to the idea if she’s thinking it over, but don’t rush her. Pressure is the last thing she needs. You’ve been married a week. There’s plenty of time for babies.”
Laurelyn has plenty of time for babies. I’m not so sure about myself but I’m not going to upset my mum by going there with her. “I know.”
“Enjoy being together while you can. Trust me, that special time is rare once little ones come along.”
Isn’t that the same thing Evan told me about Emma? That, along with a lot of other shit I didn’t want to hear about him fucking her on their living room couch and kids nursing on her all the time. “I treasure every moment with Laurelyn.”
“As you should.” She takes the spoon and bowl from me and goes to the sink to wash them. “You couldn’t have chosen a better gift than a music studio.”
“Laurelyn quit the band but she didn’t give up music. She wants to continue to work—maybe writing songs for other artists. I think the studio will be the perfect avenue for her to work from home instead of making trips to Nashville.”
“Isn’t Nashville where that man lives, the one who attacked her?” That whole situation weighs heavily on my mind.
“Yes and she’ll have to go back to testify.”
“How do you feel about that?” my mum asks.
She doesn’t really want to hear me tell her how I feel about it, how I want to kill him. “I don’t want them in the same room ever again, but I
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