Page 82 of Somewhere Only We Know
I wait with bated breath as Nate stands desperately in front of his mom. Waiting for her to say something or at least acknowledge him.
Kayla lets go of my hand and steps forward. “Mom, I miss Dad. But I miss you more.”
She looks up at Kayla and I can see that the years have taken a big hit on her. “I live in this house, Kayla.”
“No you don’t. You might as well be a ghost just like Dad.”
The three of them have a stand-off and it’s like watching lions circle each other. Round and around. Waiting for one of them to make the first move.
Nate’s mom caves first. Her shoulders and face fall in defeat. And it’s like the weight in the room has finally lifted.
“I miss your Dad. Everyday I ache and I don’t know how to breathe most days.” She says and tears stream down her face.
Nate rounds the kitchen island and takes his mom in his arms. “I know Mom. But we’re still here.” He holds his arm out for Kayla and I watch with a tearful smile as this family comes back together. He places a kiss on his mom’s head and steps back.
“Jax, I’m sorry for my behavior the other day.” She tells me.
“It’s okay. I know it wasn’t personal.”
She gives me a smile and I see where Nate gets it from. “I am happy for you two. But, really? Vegas?”
“Drunk or sober, I would’ve still married her.” Nate says and is it possible formeto get down on one knee and re-propose?
“You two do plan to have a proper wedding, right?” His mom asks and looks between the two of us.
“Maybe one day,” I answer.
We end up staying longer than Nate guessed we would. But when he yawns five times in fifteen minutes, we’re told to get some sleep.
And as soon as we get back to our hotel room, we both flop on the bed and nap.
36
NATE
The sound of our glasses clinking together manages to be heard over the low hum of conversation around the room.
“Cheers to two months, Bee.”
“Cheers, baby.”
We keep our eyes locked on each other as we take a sip of champagne. The bubbles and carbonation dance on my tongue and slide down my throat.
“It’s so pretty here.” Jax notes as she looks around.
The mood turns sensual here at night. The lights are low with tasteful string lights on the ceiling. The black and white checkered patterned floors complement the dark brown wood tones of the small table we’re seated at.
“I heard it’s nice here in the summer. It’s a bit too cold out for my liking, but they do have fire pits if you wanna go sit outside.”
Jax looks down at her dress and then back up at me with a smirk. “You just want me to sit in your lap.”
“You know me so well.”
“I hope so. Because I have a few things I want to talk to you about.”
I tilt my head and look at her questioningly.
“Will you be a guest on my podcast before you head off to training? I can talk to your publicist, but I don’t think she would have an issue with it.”
