Page 98 of Always You
“Have you talked to Nana?”
“No, not yet. I don’t even know how to tell her that my son’s grandmother did it.” I rub my pulsing headache. “I was waiting to tell her when Rachel gets arrested. I might just call Liam and ask him why they haven’t taken her in. I’m going to file a lawsuit suit for not arresting her the minute he found out.” I watch as Sophie starts the shower for me and lays out my clothes.
“You should definitely call Liam and ask him what the fuck he’s waiting for.”
I don’t miss the grimace in her profile when she says his name.
“Have you talked to him?” I ask.
“He’s tried calling me I haven’t answered him.” She shrugs. “He’s Dominic’s best friend. I’m sure he wants info.”
The beads of water roll down my pale skin. I stare at my reflection in the shower. I’ve lost weight.Get your shit together Mila, Dante needs you.I give myself an internal pep talk to get me through as I have in the past. Stumbling out of the shower, I throw on jeans and an over-sized sweater, scurrying my way down the stairs.
“Good morning, baby. How did you sleep?”
“Good, Mommy. I sleep like a big boy, not a like a baby,” he says with a mouth full of Lucky Charms.
A soft laugh comes out of my lips. Only my boy can make me laugh; he’s the medicine for my soul. I pour myself a piping hot cup of coffee. Dante eyes me with a sad frown.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Mom, I miss Daddy. Can I call him?”
The look on his handsome face pains me. It’s not his fault. I need to harbor my pain setting it aside for him. Picking up my cell phone I dial Dominic’s number and hand it to Dante.
“Hi, Daddy!” He smiles from ear to ear. “Guess what, Daddy, I’m going to be in the Christmas play. I’m going to be one of the twee wise men.” He nods and nods pacing up and down with his hand on his hips.
I snort at his cuteness. I can’t hear what Dominic is saying on the other line.
“Are you coming to my play? It is next weekend.”
I listen to Dante and take a sip of my coffee.
“Ok, Daddy I love you too. She’s right here. You want to talk to her?”
Shit.
Dante passes me the phone. I press the phone in my ear hearing his husky breath on the receiver.
“Mila,” he softly whispers.
No Angel or baby just Mila. Once again, I swallow the painful lump. He’s not mine I remind myself.
“Yes,” I say, my voice sounding throaty.
“Can we meet somewhere to talk?”
I think of what Brian said to give my self-time when I’m ready.
“I’m not ready to talk to you or see you, Dominic.”
He’s quiet for a couple of minutes. “Can I pick up Dante tomorrow for ice cream I’ll drop him off right after, I promise.”
I take a minute to think about it. I shake my head. “No, it’s not a good idea.”
“Please,” he pleads.
“I don’t trust your mom. She loathes us. I will not put my son in danger, Dominic.”
