“Chris and Ky have him covered today. Their schedules are basically opposite,” I told him.
“Okay,” he said and I sensed a hint of disappointment in his tone.
“I’ll bring him by tomorrow.”
“Yeah?” His eyes lit up with excitement.
“I promise.” I leaned over and kissed him goodbye. “I’ll see you later. I’m here if you need anything.”
“Thank you, Ingram,” he said.
I brushed my finger over Sparrow’s soft hair then headed for the door.
Once I was in my car, the world began to spin.
I wondered if this had anything to do with that feeling I got when Chris was about to fill out the paperwork for the condo. That would be really strange but oddly, it also made sense in my mind.
IfMouse and I did get a place together, we would need more than two bedrooms.
Oh, wow. I had gone off the deep end. Was I crazy for thinking those kinds of things? And even if he wanted to move in together right away, would it really be a smart idea? What was I thinking?!
This was way too new to be having such heavy thoughts and wants. Only it felt kind of right which didn’t make it seem insane at all.
By the time I returned to the beach house, I had decided that I would sort of look for places in silence. I convinced myself that it was only to get an idea of what was out there. Except, I wasn’t really fooling myself.
I found Chris and Chry hanging out on the floor in the living room. There was a tower of blocks and a bunch of cars sprawled out on the carpet. Chris was currently on all fours making the bridge over the block city that Chry was driving the cars on.
I laughed uncontrollably at the sight and wished that I’d thought fast enough to pull out my phone. I really would have loved a picture of that.
“Mommy!” Chry squealed and came running over to me as Chris collapsed on the ground beside the town of blocks.
“How long have you been like that?” I asked, noticing his face was a nice shade of red.
“Probably like ten minutes. Every time I tried to move, he got under me. I didn’t want to crush him so I had no choice but to stay like that.”
We laughed and I loved how Chris could get pushed around by a two-year-old. That was love right there.
Chris put on a movie for Chry and after he was settled on the couch, we moved to the kitchen. I got out a yogurt while Chris made me a cup of coffee.
“Alright, talk,” he said after we sat down at the island.
“Where do I even start?” I blew out a harsh breath. “How much do you know?”
His eyes shifted to the side and I knew there was something he wasn’t telling me.
“Chris?”
“Okay, don’t hate me,” he started and I sat up straight and looked at him. “Mouse came here a few days ago. He looked so lost, Ingram. I think he really needed to talk to someone.”
“He came here?! But he wasn’t looking for me, was he? He was here for you.”
“Yeah, but I don’t think it was intentional,” he rushed to say.
I wanted to be mad but I knew Chris was the best person to talk to when stuff was going sideways. So a huge part of me understood it.
“Go on,” I told him and then opened my yogurt.
“I know a good amount of it. What I don’t know, is what is going on with you. How are you feeling about all of this?”
