Page 23 of A Play for Love

Iwent upstairs to change for the party and saw Sofia touching up her makeup in the bathroom.

“What’s going on with you?” I wrapped my arms around her from behind and kissed the side of her neck.

“Besides the fact that I’m stuck in this stupid brace. Nothing.”

“I don’t believe you. Talk to me, babe.”

“I don’t know, Nathan.” She set her makeup brush down and turned around in my arms. “I’ve been thinking about my narcissistic bitch mother. I had a dream about her last night. I thought I had put all that to rest, but I guess not.”

“It’s understandable, sweetheart. You never had closure with her, and you need that.”

“How can I get closure when she refuses to talk to me? There’s something I never told you.”

“What?” I furrowed my brows.

“I called to tell her she had a grandson after Nicholas was born. I told myself before I called that if she didn’t answer, I wouldn’t leave a message. She didn’t answer, and I didn’t leave a message. My missed call would show up on her phone, so she knew I had called.”

I pulled her into me. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“Because we were dealing with a new baby, and I just wanted to forget about her. You know what?” She broke our embrace. “I’m done. I refuse to think about that woman anymore.”

“Easier said than done. You need to talk to Charlotte, babe. She can help you deal with it.”

“Charlotte told me I had to put closure on it by calling her the first time, remember? So, I did, left a message, and she never called me back.”

“I understand that. But now you need help with moving on from it.”

“Are you two ready to go yet?” Ella walked into the bathroom, holding Nicholas.

“We are, kiddo.” I took the baby from her.

“You three go downstairs. I’ll be down in a minute,” Sofia said.

CHAPTER9

Nathan

When we stepped inside the brewhouse, I went over to the bar where my brothers and cousins gathered.

“It’s about time, bro.” Christian placed his hand on my shoulder.

“Sofia is a little slow right now.” A smirk crossed my lips.

“Beer?” Sebastian asked as he stood behind the bar.

“Scotch?” My brow raised.

“One scotch coming up.” He grinned.

Sebastian handed me my scotch, and I took it to where Shaun and Simon sat.

“Hey, cousin,” Simon said, holding up his beer bottle.

“Hey, Nathan.” Shaun smiled. “I heard about Sofia. How is she?”

“Pissed.” I chuckled.

“I bet. Poor girl. If you need a driver for her, let me know.”

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