Page 87 of Where We Fall

We fall into silence for a bit. I start to twirl her hair around my finger.

“We are totally there, though, by the way,” she says.

“Where?”

“At the level of emotional intimacy where I wouldn’t think twice about having you here with me.”

I smile up at the ceiling. “Good.”

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“How are you doing?” I ask as I watch Lexi pace over the same tiles in the waiting room for what feels like the hundredth time.

“I’m fine,” she lies. “I think maybe I could use another cup of coffee.”

Shit, that is the last thing she needs. She’s already had two, and she is completely wired right now. I watch her bite her thumbnail and continue her pacing. I'd be surprised if there is even a nail left for her to bite.

“No problem. I’ll be right back.” I get up and head to the cafeteria. I’m not going to tell her, but I’m getting decaf.

There is no way her body can handle another ounce of caffeine.

When we got here this morning, her mom was just waking up. She was in relatively good spirits and recognized Lexi. I was worried about how Lexi would take it if her mom was agitated and didn’t recognize her.

With all the commotion, nurses going in and out, Lexi only got around to introducing for a second. There was no discussion of who I am to her daughter.

From what I’ve heard, Elaine isn’t the biggest fan of men. It seems I’ve got my work cut out for me.

I just hope she doesn’t hate me.

When I get back to the waiting room, Lexi is still pacing. She spots me, and I see her shoulders momentarily relax.

“Here you go,” I say as I hand her the cup.

Her hand trembles as she grabs the cup and looks up at me. “Maybe I shouldn’t have this.”

“Way ahead of you. It’s decaf,” I say, then wink.

“Have I told you that I loved you yet?” she smiles and then takes a sip of coffee.

“You have, but I don’t think I’ll ever tire of hearing it.”

I let her drink her coffee while I take a seat. I pull my phone out and text my family, letting them know I won’t be home for Sunday dinner tonight.

Mia: You’re in Chicago? Why?

Me: Lexi’s mom fell yesterday. She’s having surgery right now. I took the jet out here with her last night as soon as we found out.

Ma: Oh, that poor girl. Please tell her we are thinking and praying for her. Keep us updated.

Me: Thanks, Ma.

Gabe: Sorry to hear that. We are all thinking of her. Tell her not to worry about work this week. We don’t want her to split her focus.

Me: Appreciate that. I’ll let her know.

I put my phone in my back pocket to focus on Lexi, and the doctor comes out and heads toward her.

I stand from my chair and walk over to her.

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