Page 68 of Say I'm Yours
His father laughs. “I think because you’re my son I should sympathize with her.”
It’s great seeing his father in good spirits. It’s weighed heavily on Trent. He doesn’t always say anything, but I can see the gravity of the situation in his overall mood. I love my father so much, and I know I would be broken if I knew I was on borrowed time with him.
“I wanted to tell you something,” Trent garners our attention. “Gracie and I are going to move in together. I’m going to start bringin’ my things over to her place and we should be fully done this week.”
Macie’s face illuminates. “Oh! Finally!”
“Ma!”
“Don’t ‘Ma’ me.” She slaps his shoulder. “We’ve been hopin’ you two would move forward. You can’t say it hasn’t been a long time comin’. I’m so happy I could cry.”
“I know that was my first thought.” I shrug.
Trent incoherently grumbles under his breath. “Women.”
Macie asks a million questions about how we got to this point. She almost falls out of her chair when I tell her how easy it came together. Her eyes brighten by talking about how happy we are. Rhett’s spirits lift as well.
After a few hours, Trent explains we have a lot to do and need to get going. We say our goodbyes and promise to come back tomorrow.
I already love being back around this family.
“You all right?” Trent asks as we drive back to his place.
I’ve been in my head since we left. Thinking about how Trent will be moving off their land. I’m not sure it’s the right thing with everything going on.
“Are you okay with movin’ in to my place?”
“Of course I am. Why would you ask that?”
“Because your mom might need you now more than ever. Zach is on the other side of the property, and Wyatt is so busy with Angie, which will only get worse after the baby is born. It makes sense we’re around to help more.”
Trent’s face brightens, and I can’t figure out what he’s happy about. His father is sick and we should be around if they need us, especially since he’s the firstborn. His mama is going to be dealing with Rhett’s treatments and then whatever complications might arise.
“What are you smilin’ for?” I ask.
“Because you saidweshould be around to help,” he replies unapologetically.
“You’re a mess.”
“Never said any different, sweetheart.”
I laugh to myself and get back to the issue at hand. “You still want to move?”
Trent places his hand on my leg. “I’m not letting you get away, Grace Rooney. If you don’t want me movin’ in, you’re going to have to find a better excuse than this. My father wants nothing more than for us to be happy. In fact, I promised him I would do everything in my power to make you smile.”
“Okay, so you want to do this?”
“Yes, of course I do. It’s not like your house is an hour away. Look, I want to live with you. I want to wake up beside you every day. I want to make you very happy, sweetheart.”
I touch the side of his face as he pulls in to his drive. “Well, I can’t wait for all of those things. Maybe you should make good on that promise. I can think of a few ways . . .”
Chapter 16
Trent has been movinghis things over without me saying a word, helping Macie get Rhett settled at home, and spending as much time as he can with me. Today though, is full on moving in day.
He said he was done bringing things in drabs, he wants to build our life together and is tired of pussy footing around.
After his first wave of belongings, I realized I would actually have to make room for his stuff. I don’t think I fully understood that part. Thankfully, Presley came over to help me downsize. She and I spent hours going through clothes, boxes of memories, and a bottle—or two—of wine. There’s now room in the closet for at least some of his clothes, and I cleared four drawers, which was a miracle.
