Page 81 of When We Were More
“I’m sorry, Henry. I can’t.”
CHAPTER 30
Tillie
Five days. It’s been five days since I told Henry I can’t give him what he wants. Since I asked for some space. Told him I needed some time, and that our friends with benefits situation needed to end.
He’s given me the space. I hate it. God, do I miss him. Physically, of course, but I also miss his companionship and his smile. I miss the way he gets nervous and holds a fist to his mouth when he’s watching a true crime show with me. The way he is with his kids. The way he was with me.
When he messaged today stating that he needed me to sign off on the order for the bathroom supplies, I didn’t hesitate to agree. He asked if he could drop by to complete it, but mentioned he’d have to bring Layla since she had a day off from school today. I jumped at the chance to see her. I miss the girls so much my chest aches.
When they arrive, Layla gives me a huge hug and tells me about what she’s done so far on her day off.
“We’re going for ice cream next. You should come with us, Tillie.”
“I’m sorry, sweetie. I have a few things I have to do after this. But I’m happy for you that you’re getting ice cream. That sounds yummy.”
Henry is quiet the entire time. He won’t make eye contact with me. When Layla asks me if she can go ‘exploring’ inside the house, I give her permission. There’s nothing here that I haven’t childproofed.
A few minutes later, Henry and I sit at my kitchen table and review the final plans for my master bath renovation. Once I’ve signed everything, I watch as Henry neatens the stack of papers and places them in a file folder.
“I’ll get the permits filed first thing Monday morning, and I’m thinking we can start construction in about two weeks, unless we hit any snags with the paperwork.”
“Sounds good. This bathroom is going to be beautiful, Henry. Thanks for taking the time to show me so many options.”
I’m not ready for him to go yet. I know we aren’t doing our ‘thing’ anymore, and even our friendship is struggling, but I don’t want him to leave.
“I’m getting another cup of coffee. Will you stay and have one with me?”
He hesitates for a few seconds, and my heart hurts. I long for the easy comfort we had.
“Sure.” He offers me a smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.
Another round of coffee means it’s not time for them to go yet. I nod and rise to prepare us each a cup.
Right as I return with our mugs, Layla takes a seat at the table and folds her hands on the hardwood top.
“We have to talk.” Her tone is serious, and her facial expression neutral.
I glance between her and Henry.
“I should give you two a minute.” I move to stand.
“No, Tillie. I have to talk tobothof you.” I hold back a grin and stay seated.
“What’s up, ladybug?”
“It’s about my birthday party. Daddy, you gave me ideas where we could have it, and they were good.” She pats his hand patronizingly. “But I’ve got a better one.”
Henry fights a smile at her matter-of-fact tone.
“Okay. Tell us.”
She gives us a huge smile, and her eyes brighten.
“I want to have it at our farm. In our farmhouse, where Tillie lives.”
Henry’s eyes narrow, and his forehead wrinkles in confusion.
