Page 9 of Family Bonds: Coy & Angel

They were putting kitchen things away. She didn’t care where they went.

“We didn’t touch your clothing,” her father said. “You can do that yourself.”

“I planned on it. You didn’t have to even do this. You could have relaxed like me. I can get this all done in time and it’s not as if there is a lot.”

She had to order a bunch of things still, but her mother had bought her everything she thought she’d need to be on her own.

The movers unloaded her bed and her father put it together. They’d bought a second one for her spare room, just a simple frame and a mattress in a box. For her to have guests.

She was positive that bed was together too, as her parents would be sleeping on it tonight.

Her only other furniture was a dresser for her room, a couch and chair and her TV which her father was putting on the wall where the previous tenant must have had theirs.

“Nonsense,” her mother said. “You’ll feel better having your home in good shape.”

“If you say so,” she said.

In her mind, she couldn’t feel much better than she was.

The man she’d been secretly in love with was breathing the same air as her. Kind of.

She was going to see him daily.

She was going to talk and interact with him too. Not just watching him from afar.

It wasn’t as if she was stalking him. Never that.

“Todd, Angel and I are going to go walk the grounds. We’ll be back.”

She lifted her eyebrow up. Guess she didn’t have much of a choice there.

“There isn’t much to see,” she said. “I know there is a gym here. I’ll check that out.”

“We can do that while we talk,” her mother said.

And this was where she’d get the lecture to be careful. To keep her eyes open at all costs. That if she was homesick or lonely, she could always come home.

It was like they forgot she’d spent the past four years away at dental school. Before that, she’d done her undergraduate just an hour away from home and she had come back a lot on the weekends because they wanted her to.

They were concerned and she hated that she worried them.

By her senior year though, she’d gone home less and less.

“What is it you want to say that you don’t want to do in front of Dad?” she asked as they were walking down the stairs. Shewas on the second floor. There were two floors above her. Her parents would probably throw a fit if she was on ground level, as they felt that was too dangerous.

She was just happy to have a nice place with security and amenities.

It was one of the newer apartment complexes and she knew for a fact it was crazy hard to get housing but that Coy had pulled strings.

If she wasn’t getting a housing stipend, it might be difficult for her to make it work with her student loans. Mainly because she wanted to pay them down as fast as she could and was going to try to double up on them.

She’d figure it out because there was no way she wasn’t moving here and being by Coy.

“I want you to have fun,” her mother said. “I want you to experience life and enjoy yourself.”

Angel turned and smiled at her mother. When push came to shove, her mother had been in her corner more than anyone else.

“Thank you. I plan on it.”

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