“What happened? Why after all this time are you here now?”
He peeked at my hands under the towel. He stood and opened the top of the fridge and removed a few pieces of ice. When he closed the door, he stood there looking at the gallery of drawings by Robbie.
“Your little boy is quite the artist, isn’t he?” Nathan turned and returned to tending my hands, wrapping the ice cubes in the towel before placing them against my skin. “I’ve been a complete asshole and a fool. I ran into Mitch. I forgot how he was always full of advice. I also forgot how he was always there for you. He provided some words of wisdom that sounded a lot like I was being ignorant. And he was right.”
I nodded my head. “My folks were there for him; he sees it as his way of paying them back. He’s family. And as much as I hate it, he’s usually right. So, what did he say?”
Nathan lifted his eyes to me. “He dropped some serious hints about Robbie. He also made me realize that buildings and property values don’t make a neighborhood. People do that. The value isn’t the building, it’s the people inside of it. I’ve had it all wrong. I want to make it right Gabriella. Please.”
I blinked hard and the tears in my eyes. I actually had Nathan on his knees in my kitchen, begging for another chance.
“I will do whatever it takes to have my son and you back in my life. I love you, have always loved you. I don’t think I could survive if I lost you again through my stupidity.”