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Authors: Emma Browning
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grabs a mug of coffee to go and he’s gone. I’m happy to sit and read for a while. He owes me anyway.
Tyson comes back with about forty bags of groceries. I walk out to help him and I say, “You and your brother. Jeez. You guys are keeping the groceries stores in business.”
As if ignoring my comment he responds with, “I got one of everything.”
We get it all put away except for the items he needs to prep and he goes to work. I walk over behind him and put my arms around and up into his shirt. His muscles tense at first and then relax. As I run my hands over his abs, I have visions of being back in the tattoo shop when I first discovered them.
His response is funny this time. As if he’s too busy for me now. Like we don’t have all the time in the world. “Hey there,” he says, “Love that. Let me finish this up.”
Completely unlike him, but I know he’s excited about this dinner, hoping that Marcus and Nicky will come and we can just enjoy the night together. Even if they don’t come, I flatter myself that he is still doing this for me.
Nicky and Marcus arrive at six o’clock and we begin with wine, cheese, and a salmon appetizer that Tyson put together. All is delicious and we are off to a good start. The night is nice and we decide to sit on the front porch for a little while.
Within a few minutes of being out there, the car pulls up. I remember that car and my lips begin to tremble as I have thoughts of Tyson leaving again. I can’t take it another time.
He steps out of the car and everyone is up to greet him. I move slower than the rest, but meet him at the steps as well. Tyson and Marcus exchange all the proper engagements of seeing him again. And Nicky says a friendly, “Hi,” and “Nice to see you again, Mr. Cross.”
My dad steps closer to me and puts his arms out. I lean into and hug him back this time, remembering that he helped get me here.
“I see you guys waited for me,” he says looking at Tyson.
“I’ll be right back with your drink, sir,” Tyson says in return, “single or double tonight?”
“I’m feeling rather festive tonight and the mood is quite right. Make it a double, kind barkeep.”
“On the way,” Tyson says smiling.
“So, Kase, how’s your stay been this time around at the cabin?” Dad says to me.
“Better than the last time I was here,” I say and almost in a whisper I add, “And with Tyson home now, I think it’s going to last this time.”
“Oh, I’m so glad to hear that,” he says, “That’s just great.”
“Double Old-Fashioned, for the old-timer,” Tyson says winking at my dad.
“Wasn’t such an old-timer down south when I bailed you out, now was I?”
“Well, I guess you’ve got a point there,” Tyson admits.
We enjoy the evening sun going down for a while longer. The boys catch up on their “war” stories and give Marcus a hard time for his “inability to keep up with them”. Nicky and I stay busy with wine and stories of our own.
After dinner, my dad pulls me aside and tells me he’s been thinking about something important and now is the time to talk. He says we need to talk privately and I suggest we go to “my” room to do that. We walk back and I sit on the end of the bed. He stands in front of me and pulls his handkerchief from his front pocket. He wipes his forehead slowly.
“Something wrong Dad?” I ask.
“Well Kase, I’ve been considering the right time to be able to do something to help you. To help make things right between us. And I think I’ve made some progress in that direction. Haven’t I, Kase?”
“Yes,” I reply, “But there is so much in our past. You really hurt me, Dad, and it’s going to take a lot.”
“I know, and I can’t do everything at once. I want to do everything to make up for what I’ve done, but I have to take baby steps. I have to show you that I am here for you now. That I can be here for you now.”
“Well, you did make a good start by helping me when I asked,
Tyson comes back with about forty bags of groceries. I walk out to help him and I say, “You and your brother. Jeez. You guys are keeping the groceries stores in business.”
As if ignoring my comment he responds with, “I got one of everything.”
We get it all put away except for the items he needs to prep and he goes to work. I walk over behind him and put my arms around and up into his shirt. His muscles tense at first and then relax. As I run my hands over his abs, I have visions of being back in the tattoo shop when I first discovered them.
His response is funny this time. As if he’s too busy for me now. Like we don’t have all the time in the world. “Hey there,” he says, “Love that. Let me finish this up.”
Completely unlike him, but I know he’s excited about this dinner, hoping that Marcus and Nicky will come and we can just enjoy the night together. Even if they don’t come, I flatter myself that he is still doing this for me.
Nicky and Marcus arrive at six o’clock and we begin with wine, cheese, and a salmon appetizer that Tyson put together. All is delicious and we are off to a good start. The night is nice and we decide to sit on the front porch for a little while.
Within a few minutes of being out there, the car pulls up. I remember that car and my lips begin to tremble as I have thoughts of Tyson leaving again. I can’t take it another time.
He steps out of the car and everyone is up to greet him. I move slower than the rest, but meet him at the steps as well. Tyson and Marcus exchange all the proper engagements of seeing him again. And Nicky says a friendly, “Hi,” and “Nice to see you again, Mr. Cross.”
My dad steps closer to me and puts his arms out. I lean into and hug him back this time, remembering that he helped get me here.
“I see you guys waited for me,” he says looking at Tyson.
“I’ll be right back with your drink, sir,” Tyson says in return, “single or double tonight?”
“I’m feeling rather festive tonight and the mood is quite right. Make it a double, kind barkeep.”
“On the way,” Tyson says smiling.
“So, Kase, how’s your stay been this time around at the cabin?” Dad says to me.
“Better than the last time I was here,” I say and almost in a whisper I add, “And with Tyson home now, I think it’s going to last this time.”
“Oh, I’m so glad to hear that,” he says, “That’s just great.”
“Double Old-Fashioned, for the old-timer,” Tyson says winking at my dad.
“Wasn’t such an old-timer down south when I bailed you out, now was I?”
“Well, I guess you’ve got a point there,” Tyson admits.
We enjoy the evening sun going down for a while longer. The boys catch up on their “war” stories and give Marcus a hard time for his “inability to keep up with them”. Nicky and I stay busy with wine and stories of our own.
After dinner, my dad pulls me aside and tells me he’s been thinking about something important and now is the time to talk. He says we need to talk privately and I suggest we go to “my” room to do that. We walk back and I sit on the end of the bed. He stands in front of me and pulls his handkerchief from his front pocket. He wipes his forehead slowly.
“Something wrong Dad?” I ask.
“Well Kase, I’ve been considering the right time to be able to do something to help you. To help make things right between us. And I think I’ve made some progress in that direction. Haven’t I, Kase?”
“Yes,” I reply, “But there is so much in our past. You really hurt me, Dad, and it’s going to take a lot.”
“I know, and I can’t do everything at once. I want to do everything to make up for what I’ve done, but I have to take baby steps. I have to show you that I am here for you now. That I can be here for you now.”
“Well, you did make a good start by helping me when I asked,
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