Page 19 of Love Under Construction

“Dad, you know you’re supposed to wait for one of us to help you.” I scold. I can’t believe he didn’t ask his nurse before she left while we were talking.

“And lose the last shred of dignity I’ve got left,” he grunts. “I’ll pass. Tell your mother not to call anyone. I’m fine.”

Chapter 10

Jameson

Bangingon the front door of my parents' house at one am, wakes me from my fitful sleep. If my parents heard, they’re ignoring it. On the chance they didn’t hear the noise, I jump up off the couch and toss the blankets aside. I’m surprised when I open the door and find Liv standing in front of me looking battle-worn.

“Liv, everything okay?” I ask as she barrels past me.

“He’s gone.” Liv’s voice cracks and the tears stream down her face.

“I’m so fucking sorry.” My voice breaks as wrap her in my arms, and she buries her head against my chest.

“I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.”

“I don’t think we ever are.” I can’t imagine a world without Mr. H in it. None of that matters right now, because she’s in my arms, leaning on me for comfort and support. She is the only thing that matters.

“Olivia…” My mom’s voice trails off as she comes down the steps, tying her robe around her waist. “Oh sweetheart,” instinctively she pulls both of us into her arms. “I heard the door, but then your mom called. I’m so sorry sweetheart.”

“I can’t go back there right now,” Liv sniffles.

“You don’t have to,” I tell her.

“You can stay here as long as you need to,” My mom assures us both. “Your mom said she'd call once they’ve got him.”

“I can’t believe he’s gone,” Liv sobs harder. “I thought we’d have more time.”

“Your father and I are going to go over and be with Dehlia,” Mom tells me as Dad comes down the steps completely dressed. “I need to change first, but Olivia - our home is yours too, if you want a hot bath or to relax, you’re welcome to Jameson’s room and the ensuite. You know that.”

“Th-thank you.”

Mom hugs her one more time then disappears up the stairs to change.

“It’s a little early for coffee, but I get the feeling we’re all going to need it today. Can I make either of you a cup?” My dad offers with his hand on Liv’s shoulder.

“No coffee,” I let out a sad laugh. “But I think mom’s got some fancy herbal tea that might be good right about now,” I lace my fingers with Liv’s and guide her to our kitchen.

Dad makes quick work of getting the tea kettle on and readying travel cups of coffee for himself, and my mom as well as an extra, that I’m assuming is for Mrs. H.

“Your dad was a good man,” steps around the kitchen island and wraps Liv in a hug. “One of my closest friends. I’m sorry he’s gone.”

“Me, too.” Liv squeaks out, fighting back another wave of tears.

Dad holds Liv at arm's length and looks her in the eyes. “He loved you and your mom, fiercely. Hold on to that, and to all the memories you have of him, in the coming days.”

She gives a small nod as my mom flutters into the room. “Okay. Ready as I’ll ever be.”

Dad lets Liv go and pours the coffee that’s just finished brewing, while I get up and reach for a cup to pour Liv’s tea. ”I’ve got Liv’s tea. You two go ahead. I’m sure we’ll see you later,” I hug them both and watch them scurry out the door.

Once we’re alone, Liv clings to me again, sobbing into my chest for what feels like an eternity. My own heart aches for her, and I desperately wish I could take away her pain. Knowing I can’t, makes me hurt more.

When Liv finally lifts her head and looks up at me, her eyes are wild and uncertain as she pushes up on her tiptoes. Then her lips meet mine. At first, I’m stunned, unsure of what to do. This shouldn’t be happening right now. It’s wrong on so many levels. But she persists, and I react, kissing like I’ve wanted to my whole life.

I don’t know how long we stay like that, but when she pulls back, I know nothing will be the same again.

“Make me forget. Please.” She pleads softly.

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