Chapt 25
Olivia
I woke up and didn't even want to get out of bed. My eyes were puffy; a sure sign that I'd cried myself to sleep. Unfortunately that was all too common these days. My head still throbbed from the tears that poured last night after I closed my door with every intention of going to sleep. I really and truly just wanted to curl back up and go back to sleep. But no, I had to get my lazy butt up and in the shower. Then I had to go fix a nice breakfast. Hopefully Will could forgive my attitude from last night. If I was him though, I'd have walked right back out the door as soon as it had been opened. Try as I might last night I couldn't hide my disappointment when I saw him standing there instead of Donnie. Deep down I'd know that Donnie wasn't going to show up, but still some hopeful 9 year old child inside me had held out hope.
I finally stood and headed to the shower. I'd have to apologize and hope it was accepted. I can't believe I acted that way. I'd barely spoken to him all night it seemed. He was just being kind and coming to keep me company, he knew how much I'd been looking forward to this game. I owed him really. Climbing out of the shower I put my hair up in a towel and slipped into some yoga pants and a tank top and plodded my way to the kitchen.
I stopped short in the kitchen and stared at the enormous bouquet of bright pink and orange peonies sitting on the bar. They were beautiful but where had they come from? It was a Sunday, florists didn't deliver on Sunday's and I knew that. I searched for and finally found an envelope. I took it gently from the petals and pulled the card out.
"Olivia, I'm so very sorry that I couldn't make it down there for this game. I promise to you that I will make it up to you soon. I love you ma. Donnie."
I so badly wanted to be angry at him. I wanted to call him up and tell him that flowers didn't make it okay that he couldn't work me into his busy schedule. But no, instead I smiled and picked the vase up and carried the bouquet to the table. I stuck the card on the fridge in the midst of childhood artwork and set about preparing breakfast.
As I was plating the food up and getting it on the table Will walked into the room, sleep still in his eyes, hair tousled, and wearing nothing more than pajama bottoms. My stomach clenched and I wondered if I was getting sick. He smiled and said a sleepy good morning and walked over to the refrigerator.
"Guess you saw the flowers? They came about two hours ago, I took em and went back to sleep. I was exhausted." His eyes found the card on the fridge and his lips curled up in a snarling smirk. "Leave it to the almighty Donnie to have flowers delivered at 6 in the morning on a Sunday." He muttered shaking his head and pouring a glass of orange juice.
I sat down and nodded toward his plate. "Come sit down and eat. I know you have to be hungry, after all I was a horrible hostess and didn't feed you last night."
He sat down and took a bite or two and then he mostly pushed his food around. The silence at the table weighed heavy in the air. When his fork clattered to the plate I looked up to see him shove his chair back and him stand.
"Maybe I'm not that hungry after all. I think I'll just go and shower and get ready for the game." Without waiting for a reply he stomped off down the hall to the guest bathroom. What on earth had gotten into him?