Page 77 of Skating the Blue Line
But he never lets go of my hand.
“Definitely not at first. They wanted me to do something different with my life. But they continued to support me through every single audition. I think they had hoped that I would find something that I love just as much as dancing, but nothing ever came. Enjoyed my undergrad and vision performance and when I decided to pursue professional dancing, I think that’s finally when it clicked for them that this was what I wanted to do and was serious about it.”
I remember my mom calling me one day after I told her I was auditioning for my current dance company. She had asked me like five times if I was sure I wanted to do it. She told me that she didn’t want it to be a small fish in a big type of situation.
When I called her and told her that o got a spot, she cheered and cried with how happy she was.
Sometimes it’s hard for parents to accept what their kids want to do in their live and when they see everything work out that’s when they finally accept it.
From the looks of things both me and Liam went through the same thing.
“Does your family come and watch you perform?” He asks, his thumb sliding against the back of my arm. It feels too nice to pull away.
I give him a nod. “Usually during my winter performance.”
It sucks that it’s not happening this year.
Liam’s face contours a little at my statement. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.” I say as I apply pressure on his hand. “They were going to come since I don’t want to fly, but I just told them to save the money for when the baby comes since it’s not that far away.”
“Is that what you want?” Liam asks.
I shrug. “I don’t know if they can afford both trips. They should be here for what’s most important. The holidays can wait.”
I would love to have my family come to visit me for a few days but travel, even travel within the United States, is getting more expensive with every passing day. I can’t with good conscious let them spend a whole lot of money to come to Chicago two times.
“I can take care of it,” Liam tells me giving me a small smile.
“As much as I appreciate you offering, it’s really okay. I’ll just see them in the summer.”
He gives me a look that tells me that he knows that I’m full of shit but he doesn’t say anything else.
“If you change your mind, let me know. They could come for New Years and stay at the apartment, it’s not like we don’t have the room. I can even get you tickets for the game on New Year’s Eve and make a day out of it.”
It’s so damn tempting to take him on his offer, but I can’t. My pride is too strong to let him take care of something like that.
“You’ve already done so much for me, I can’t let you do this,” I say, patting his hand and finally pulling away from himself the second that I’m no longer touching him, I miss it. “It’s okay. Really.”
Again with a look that tells me that he knows I’m full of shit but he drops it. “Okay, but if you change your mind, tell me and I will make things happen.”
I get up from my seat and walk over to his chair and wrap my arms around his shoulder before placing a kiss on his cheek.
“Thank you, Liam.”
“Anything for you.” He says leaning into my touch.
I have to get it through my head that he is only saying that because I’m the mother of his child and I’m currently an incubator.
I detangle myself from him and start heading back to his bedroom.
“Goodnight, Liam.”
“Goodnight, Chlo.”
A part of me wants to ask him to come to bed with me, to forget about the couch and come sleep on the bed with me.
The question is on the tip of my tongue, but I’m too much of a chicken to ask it.
