Title: Single Turn, Lifes Regrets Part 3 (MAJOR SEASON 7 SPOILERS)
Author: Lynds
Author's Note: Hey! Well I want to thank everybody for the feedback I got.
I got so much feedback on this piece and I thank you all very much! Special
thanks to; Jewel! Faith, Lydia, Court, Kylie, Kiosha, Mary, Claire and
Magy. If I'm forgetting people I'm so sorry. But thank you everyone! Can't
wait for more feedback! Enjoy!
Summary: See the 1st 2 parts, I don't like writing summaries.
Disclaimer: Don't own any of them, if I did they wouldn't be in this
horrible mess DEK put them in!
"Single Turn, Lifes Regrets" Part 3
Lindsay's POV
I woke up the next morning with a terrible headache and to make it feel
better a screaming 2 year old.
"Mommy! Mommy!" I heard him running down the hall and then the running got
closer before I heard a thump followed by what I knew was coming; cries. I
got out of bed and opened the door to see my son on the floor crying. I
bent down and picked him up.
"What happened baby?" I sat us both on the bed and he hugged me.
"I raned into the door." I tried not to laugh, it isn't funny but it is.
"Oh, poor baby, you okay?"
"I hurts my head and my nose." he pointed to his little nose. I leaned in
and kissed both better.
"There how's that?" He smiled and hugged me.
"I feels all better now mommy." I smiled and kissed him and stood him on
the floor. "Beakfest!" I laughed and held his hand as we walked downstairs.
Once we were in the kitchen I got out the cereal and he got the milk out.
We sat down and ate and I took him back up to get dressed. I heard mom
coming out from her bedroom and I took my son and caught up with her in the
hall.
"Mom, can you take him downstairs while I shower and get dressed?"
"Of course, come on sweetheart."
"Nana!" He ran into her arms and she scooped him up. That boy had way to
much energy, especially for 8 o'clock in the morning. I shook my head at
the two laughing and went in my room to shower and dress. 30 minutes later
I was dressed and showered. I called Claire to let her know I wouldn't be
in today but if she needed anything to call my cell. Just as I was walking
down the stairs the doorbell rang and I opened the door to a terrible
looking Bobby, of course he looked great to me. He hadn't shaved and he
didn't sleep I could tell, instead of being in a suit he had on a Armani
sweater I got him, it was navy blue and he had on black dockers to match.
Why he had a sweater on was beyond me, it was chilly but not that bad. His
eyes, the thing I adore looking into I couldn't today, he had been crying I
could tell and it hurt, of course it was his fault but still it hurt.
"Hi." I finally managed to squeak out.
"Hey." We stood there a few minutes not knowing what to do.
"Uh...want to come in?" I didn't know what I was supposed to say to him,
I'd never been in the makings of a divorce before.
"Thanks." He walked in and stood in the hall. Another thing I noticed was
Bobby didn't walk in with tall shoulders, he walked in slumped low with his
head down, not confident. That's not Bobby, god he's changed so much.
"Well, I have to go into the kitchen and grab asprin and a glass of water,
come on." I grabbed his hand, at first I didn't realize it, when I felt my
insides turn with a nervous feeling I knew. I grabbed 2 asprin and a glass
of water. "Sit." He sat at the big kitchen table and played with his hands,
looking down the whole time. I went to the fridge and got out the milk,
orange juice, butter and syrup. That's when he looked up.
"What are you doing?"
"You have to eat, I know you haven't, we're going too." I saw a smile on
his face and I went to the counter where mom had a large plate of left over
just made pancakes. I got us both plates and silverwear. I sat down next to
him and poured him a glass of milk and me a glass of orange juice. We both
sat quietly and when cnversation was brought up it was always about the
baby.
"Where is he?" Bobby asked me with a mouthful of pancakes. Now that was
Bobby. I laughed.
"In the other room with mom." We finihsed eating and him and I loaded the
dishwasher together.
"Well, we should go, we have to drop him off on the way to the office."
"Okay. Come on." He put his hand on the small of my back as we walked out
the doorway. I walked down the hall and went to the family room where my
son and mother were playing with his cars. As soon as I was in the room he
looked up but saw daddy instead.
"Daddy!" He ran to Bobby and into his open arms.
"Hey kiddo. How are you?"
"I otay. Daddy, how comes you sad?" Bobby looked at me and I shrugged my
shoulders, then he looked back to our son.
"Because daddy, did something very wrong to mommy and he is very mad at
himself for that. He made mommy upset too and he's very sorry he did that,
so now he's sad for what he did." He had tears in his eyes and I could see
he was trying to hold them back because of Little Bobby.
"Oh, but mommy forgive you."
"No, not this time. I made big boo boo."
"Oh. I sorry daddy. Huggy?" He smiled through tears and so did I. They
hugged and then he wriggled out of his father's arms and over to mine.
"Mommy, you gots to be happy with daddy agains. He says sorry." He pointed
to his father.
"Well, we'll have to see. How's that?" I didn't know if I was really going
to hold myself to that statement, but I didn't want my son upset right now.
"Otay." He walked back to Bobby. "She says we'll see daddy." He smiled and
picked him up again.
"Thanks buddy."
"Okay, daycare. Come on." Bobby carried him over to my mother and he said
goodbye to her.
"Bye Nana."
"Bye sweetheart." And then he brought him back to the front hall to get his
little backpack and coat.
"We all ready?"
"Yup yup!" I went to get my coat on and Bobby came to my side and helped
me. I looked in his eyes and we starred at each other. "Come on
mommmmmyyyy." I was taken back to life by my son's voice.
"Thanks." I whispered to him, he just nodded his head and we walked out the
door. We were all in the car and it was quiet the whole time. Little Bobby
sat in the back singing to himself and Bobby and I were silent. We dropped
off Little Bobby at daycare and then drove to Bobby's old office. Silent
the whole way. He pulled up to his car and we both got out. I walked over
to the driver's side of the car.
"Listen, maybe you and I could go out to dinner sometime soon, you know
maybe explain to Little Bobby a little of what's happening." I knew there
was more to why he wanted dinner but I'd settle for the reason spoken
aloud.
"Okay. When?"
"Uh...you'll probably want the weekend with him so how about next week
sometime?"
"Actually, I am moving in this weekend, if you could help me like you said
that'd be nice, maybe we could all go to dinner Saturday night?"
"Okay, so tomororw I'll come by your mom's and help with your things?"
"Yeah, bunch of boxes, dad is going to help with furniture. He bought me a
lot of new stuff and I'm just bringing my bed and Little Bobby can get a
new one since he's getting older."
"Okay, well what time?"
"Uh..Around eight?"
"I'll be there."
"Thanks." I smiled to him.
"No problem. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay."
"Oh, and I'll call Little Bobby tonight around his bedtime to say goodnight
and tell him I love him." I smile, what a caring father, why couldn't he be
a caring husband?
"Okay, he'll like that."
"Bye Linds."
"Bye." I got in my car and drove off to my mother's house. I spent the
whole day finishing packing all my things that hadn't been unpacked, so
there wasn't much. I left the house a little earlier than normal to pick my
son up, he was excited to see me and wanted to go home and see his grandma.
"Nana!" He screamed as he ran through the door. I smiled and went up to
Little Bobby's room to finish packing all his things. I had everything in
boxes and dad had come over that night to take my bed ahead of time along
with a few other pieces of furniture. Little Bobby had picked out a bed
with baseballs on the post. He had a Red Sox bedset. Comforter,
pillowcases, and a rug to go by his bed. He was so excited to show it to
his father. His room was painted light blue already so it matched. Dad and
mom managed to eat dinner with me and Little Bobby civilly. We laid around
the house the rest of the night, packing up last minute things. We both
slept on the couch down in the family room that night. Though we didn't
sleep much, he woke me up numerous times, nightmares; because his daddy
left us. So while he cried himself to sleep many times, I cried also, but I
didn't sleep at all. Before I knew it my mom was downstairs waking us up
but I was already up.
"What time is it mom?" I whispered, not wanting to wake the finally asleep
child.
"7:30" I jumped up causing the baby to stir.
"Mom! I have to be ready in a half hour and have Little Bobby ready." I was
running around the living room picking up the blankets and I picked Bobby
up putting him on the love seat. I wanted him to sleep as long as possible.
I put the sofa back into a sofa from the best position. "Okay, I'm going to
get showered and dressed, let him sleep please. He doesn't have to come
with us until we've got all the boxes in so he can sleep for a while
longer. Bobby will be here in a half hour. I'll be down in a little while."
"What do you want for breakfast?"
"Uh...oh mom I don't care anything is fine."
"Alright." I raced up the stairs and showered and dressed as quick as I
could. I got out 45 minutes later and walked into the kitchen where Bobby
and our son were sitting together talking with my mother and eating. Little
Bobby was sitting on his father's lap.
"Mommy!" He jumped down and gave me a hug.
"Morning sport." I went to the table and sat down. "Sorry I'm a little
behind in schedule today."
"It's okay. Little Bobby and I have been chatting away." I laughed.
"Well, he still has to get ready if you want to go on and help him."
"Sure, your mom treated us to breakfast already. Come on buddy."
"Otay." He grabbed his father's hand and they walked upstairs together. Mom
got me a plate of french toast and sat down with me.
"How you hanging in?"
"Me? Fine. I mean why wouldn't I be?" She looked at me with those eyes, the
ones mother's give.
"Why? Because your husband, whom you love with all your heart has since
broken your heart. You are living with your mother while you have a 2 1/2
year old son who needs both his parents together very much." Tears came to
my eyes again.
"Well, what do you think I should do about it?"
"I think maybe you just need some time to think about things, and then you
and him need to try and work things out." I looked up from my plate and to
my mother.
"So you think all I need to do is take time to be away from him?" She
nodded. "What about you and dad? Why didn't you just give it time?"
"We did, so many times but there just comes a time when if he keeps doing
it you need to let it go because you know he's not in love with you."
"Oh."
"But I know Bobby is in love with you." I looked up again.
"You do?"
"Of course I do, I can tell just by the way he looks at you when you guys
are in the same room. Now I'm not one to defend the man that has hurt my
daughter so much but when I know being away from him hurts you more I can't
help but help you both." I smiled.
"Thanks mom." And I got up and hugged her.
"So what are you going to do?"
"Go through a whole lot of therapy." I was half kidding half serious.
""Lindsay, seriously?"
"I don't know mom, I can't get over the fact he slept with her. It's hard
to get by."
"Then you know what you need to do?"
"Of course that's why I've been miserable these last few days." I rolled my
eyes. "Come on mom, it's why I turn to you."
"You need to talk to him about her." I froze as I was putting my dishes
away.
"Talk to her? As in the little slut he slept with?"
"Well, I'm sure she's got a nicer name than that."
"No, she doesn't."
"Okay then, yes the little slut." Just then Bobby and Little Bobby walked
in.
"Who the little slut?" I heard my son say. I ran over to him and picked him
up.
"Robert Gordon Donnell Jr. don't say that ever again!" I was serious but
not mad at him.
"I sorry." He pouted and dropped his little face. I had to hug the little
bugger.
"Oh baby, don't be sad, I'm not mad at you, nana and mommy should have
watched what we were saying." He looked at me and I got that smile again.
"Go in the family room and play with your cars." He jumped down and ran
into the family room.
"Okay, back to the conversation." I looked out of the corner of my eyes to
see Bobby still there.
"Mom."
"You need to ask him about the.."
"Little slut."
"Oh come on Lindsay. Say her name. You need to ask about Sara." I froze and
Bobby did too.
"Uh..Yeah, I will and maybe she'll watch Little Bobby on weekends." I
interjected and turned to Bobby. "She's a new babysitter I'm thinking about
getting for the weekends if need be." I knew he knew I was lying.
"Oh for crying out loud Lindsay, be woman about it and tell him you want to
know about Sara! Not a babysitter, the one he slept with!" I walked over to
Bobby and grabbed his arm dragging him up the stairs.
"Thank you MOTHER!" I yelled and we went up to get some boxes. Not a word
was spoken. We filled both his car and mine full of boxes, one more load of
both cars and we'd be done. I'm so glad we were in separate cars. After
this morning I didn't think I'd be able to take it being alone with him. He
helped me unpack a lot of the boxes, but mostly set up all my new
furniture. We didn't really talk much, if we did it was about our son. I
couldn't help but smile when we set up Little Bobby's bedroom set.
"You have to pretend you never saw it." He looked at me with question.
"Why?"
"He wanted it to be a surprise, he wanted to show you himself."
"Oh, that's sweet. Okay, I'll be surprised." I walked into the living room
and put the clock on the wall. It was 5:30. I spent the whole day with him,
uncomfortable.
"Hey, it's getting late."
"Yeah, I should go home and get ready." I smiled.
"Yeah, I have to get dressed and pick up Little Bobby."
"Okay, I'll see you here at 7:00?" I nodded.
"I'll be here."
"Okay." I walked him to the door and I don't know why but I reached out and
hugged him. It felt good. "See you tonight."
"Yeah, tonight." I smiled for the first time in a few nights and closed the
door walking to my new bedroom. I had to get ready for an important evening
that could go two ways. Very good, or very bad. Guess I'd have to leave it
to the night to see which it would turn out to be.
End of Part 3.....I'm sorry, I had to end it somewhere but didn't know
where so I decided to end it here. I'm working on the next part!
Author: Lynds
Author's Note: Hey! Well I want to thank everybody for the feedback I got.
I got so much feedback on this piece and I thank you all very much! Special
thanks to; Jewel! Faith, Lydia, Court, Kylie, Kiosha, Mary, Claire and
Magy. If I'm forgetting people I'm so sorry. But thank you everyone! Can't
wait for more feedback! Enjoy!
Summary: See the 1st 2 parts, I don't like writing summaries.
Disclaimer: Don't own any of them, if I did they wouldn't be in this
horrible mess DEK put them in!
"Single Turn, Lifes Regrets" Part 3
Lindsay's POV
I woke up the next morning with a terrible headache and to make it feel
better a screaming 2 year old.
"Mommy! Mommy!" I heard him running down the hall and then the running got
closer before I heard a thump followed by what I knew was coming; cries. I
got out of bed and opened the door to see my son on the floor crying. I
bent down and picked him up.
"What happened baby?" I sat us both on the bed and he hugged me.
"I raned into the door." I tried not to laugh, it isn't funny but it is.
"Oh, poor baby, you okay?"
"I hurts my head and my nose." he pointed to his little nose. I leaned in
and kissed both better.
"There how's that?" He smiled and hugged me.
"I feels all better now mommy." I smiled and kissed him and stood him on
the floor. "Beakfest!" I laughed and held his hand as we walked downstairs.
Once we were in the kitchen I got out the cereal and he got the milk out.
We sat down and ate and I took him back up to get dressed. I heard mom
coming out from her bedroom and I took my son and caught up with her in the
hall.
"Mom, can you take him downstairs while I shower and get dressed?"
"Of course, come on sweetheart."
"Nana!" He ran into her arms and she scooped him up. That boy had way to
much energy, especially for 8 o'clock in the morning. I shook my head at
the two laughing and went in my room to shower and dress. 30 minutes later
I was dressed and showered. I called Claire to let her know I wouldn't be
in today but if she needed anything to call my cell. Just as I was walking
down the stairs the doorbell rang and I opened the door to a terrible
looking Bobby, of course he looked great to me. He hadn't shaved and he
didn't sleep I could tell, instead of being in a suit he had on a Armani
sweater I got him, it was navy blue and he had on black dockers to match.
Why he had a sweater on was beyond me, it was chilly but not that bad. His
eyes, the thing I adore looking into I couldn't today, he had been crying I
could tell and it hurt, of course it was his fault but still it hurt.
"Hi." I finally managed to squeak out.
"Hey." We stood there a few minutes not knowing what to do.
"Uh...want to come in?" I didn't know what I was supposed to say to him,
I'd never been in the makings of a divorce before.
"Thanks." He walked in and stood in the hall. Another thing I noticed was
Bobby didn't walk in with tall shoulders, he walked in slumped low with his
head down, not confident. That's not Bobby, god he's changed so much.
"Well, I have to go into the kitchen and grab asprin and a glass of water,
come on." I grabbed his hand, at first I didn't realize it, when I felt my
insides turn with a nervous feeling I knew. I grabbed 2 asprin and a glass
of water. "Sit." He sat at the big kitchen table and played with his hands,
looking down the whole time. I went to the fridge and got out the milk,
orange juice, butter and syrup. That's when he looked up.
"What are you doing?"
"You have to eat, I know you haven't, we're going too." I saw a smile on
his face and I went to the counter where mom had a large plate of left over
just made pancakes. I got us both plates and silverwear. I sat down next to
him and poured him a glass of milk and me a glass of orange juice. We both
sat quietly and when cnversation was brought up it was always about the
baby.
"Where is he?" Bobby asked me with a mouthful of pancakes. Now that was
Bobby. I laughed.
"In the other room with mom." We finihsed eating and him and I loaded the
dishwasher together.
"Well, we should go, we have to drop him off on the way to the office."
"Okay. Come on." He put his hand on the small of my back as we walked out
the doorway. I walked down the hall and went to the family room where my
son and mother were playing with his cars. As soon as I was in the room he
looked up but saw daddy instead.
"Daddy!" He ran to Bobby and into his open arms.
"Hey kiddo. How are you?"
"I otay. Daddy, how comes you sad?" Bobby looked at me and I shrugged my
shoulders, then he looked back to our son.
"Because daddy, did something very wrong to mommy and he is very mad at
himself for that. He made mommy upset too and he's very sorry he did that,
so now he's sad for what he did." He had tears in his eyes and I could see
he was trying to hold them back because of Little Bobby.
"Oh, but mommy forgive you."
"No, not this time. I made big boo boo."
"Oh. I sorry daddy. Huggy?" He smiled through tears and so did I. They
hugged and then he wriggled out of his father's arms and over to mine.
"Mommy, you gots to be happy with daddy agains. He says sorry." He pointed
to his father.
"Well, we'll have to see. How's that?" I didn't know if I was really going
to hold myself to that statement, but I didn't want my son upset right now.
"Otay." He walked back to Bobby. "She says we'll see daddy." He smiled and
picked him up again.
"Thanks buddy."
"Okay, daycare. Come on." Bobby carried him over to my mother and he said
goodbye to her.
"Bye Nana."
"Bye sweetheart." And then he brought him back to the front hall to get his
little backpack and coat.
"We all ready?"
"Yup yup!" I went to get my coat on and Bobby came to my side and helped
me. I looked in his eyes and we starred at each other. "Come on
mommmmmyyyy." I was taken back to life by my son's voice.
"Thanks." I whispered to him, he just nodded his head and we walked out the
door. We were all in the car and it was quiet the whole time. Little Bobby
sat in the back singing to himself and Bobby and I were silent. We dropped
off Little Bobby at daycare and then drove to Bobby's old office. Silent
the whole way. He pulled up to his car and we both got out. I walked over
to the driver's side of the car.
"Listen, maybe you and I could go out to dinner sometime soon, you know
maybe explain to Little Bobby a little of what's happening." I knew there
was more to why he wanted dinner but I'd settle for the reason spoken
aloud.
"Okay. When?"
"Uh...you'll probably want the weekend with him so how about next week
sometime?"
"Actually, I am moving in this weekend, if you could help me like you said
that'd be nice, maybe we could all go to dinner Saturday night?"
"Okay, so tomororw I'll come by your mom's and help with your things?"
"Yeah, bunch of boxes, dad is going to help with furniture. He bought me a
lot of new stuff and I'm just bringing my bed and Little Bobby can get a
new one since he's getting older."
"Okay, well what time?"
"Uh..Around eight?"
"I'll be there."
"Thanks." I smiled to him.
"No problem. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay."
"Oh, and I'll call Little Bobby tonight around his bedtime to say goodnight
and tell him I love him." I smile, what a caring father, why couldn't he be
a caring husband?
"Okay, he'll like that."
"Bye Linds."
"Bye." I got in my car and drove off to my mother's house. I spent the
whole day finishing packing all my things that hadn't been unpacked, so
there wasn't much. I left the house a little earlier than normal to pick my
son up, he was excited to see me and wanted to go home and see his grandma.
"Nana!" He screamed as he ran through the door. I smiled and went up to
Little Bobby's room to finish packing all his things. I had everything in
boxes and dad had come over that night to take my bed ahead of time along
with a few other pieces of furniture. Little Bobby had picked out a bed
with baseballs on the post. He had a Red Sox bedset. Comforter,
pillowcases, and a rug to go by his bed. He was so excited to show it to
his father. His room was painted light blue already so it matched. Dad and
mom managed to eat dinner with me and Little Bobby civilly. We laid around
the house the rest of the night, packing up last minute things. We both
slept on the couch down in the family room that night. Though we didn't
sleep much, he woke me up numerous times, nightmares; because his daddy
left us. So while he cried himself to sleep many times, I cried also, but I
didn't sleep at all. Before I knew it my mom was downstairs waking us up
but I was already up.
"What time is it mom?" I whispered, not wanting to wake the finally asleep
child.
"7:30" I jumped up causing the baby to stir.
"Mom! I have to be ready in a half hour and have Little Bobby ready." I was
running around the living room picking up the blankets and I picked Bobby
up putting him on the love seat. I wanted him to sleep as long as possible.
I put the sofa back into a sofa from the best position. "Okay, I'm going to
get showered and dressed, let him sleep please. He doesn't have to come
with us until we've got all the boxes in so he can sleep for a while
longer. Bobby will be here in a half hour. I'll be down in a little while."
"What do you want for breakfast?"
"Uh...oh mom I don't care anything is fine."
"Alright." I raced up the stairs and showered and dressed as quick as I
could. I got out 45 minutes later and walked into the kitchen where Bobby
and our son were sitting together talking with my mother and eating. Little
Bobby was sitting on his father's lap.
"Mommy!" He jumped down and gave me a hug.
"Morning sport." I went to the table and sat down. "Sorry I'm a little
behind in schedule today."
"It's okay. Little Bobby and I have been chatting away." I laughed.
"Well, he still has to get ready if you want to go on and help him."
"Sure, your mom treated us to breakfast already. Come on buddy."
"Otay." He grabbed his father's hand and they walked upstairs together. Mom
got me a plate of french toast and sat down with me.
"How you hanging in?"
"Me? Fine. I mean why wouldn't I be?" She looked at me with those eyes, the
ones mother's give.
"Why? Because your husband, whom you love with all your heart has since
broken your heart. You are living with your mother while you have a 2 1/2
year old son who needs both his parents together very much." Tears came to
my eyes again.
"Well, what do you think I should do about it?"
"I think maybe you just need some time to think about things, and then you
and him need to try and work things out." I looked up from my plate and to
my mother.
"So you think all I need to do is take time to be away from him?" She
nodded. "What about you and dad? Why didn't you just give it time?"
"We did, so many times but there just comes a time when if he keeps doing
it you need to let it go because you know he's not in love with you."
"Oh."
"But I know Bobby is in love with you." I looked up again.
"You do?"
"Of course I do, I can tell just by the way he looks at you when you guys
are in the same room. Now I'm not one to defend the man that has hurt my
daughter so much but when I know being away from him hurts you more I can't
help but help you both." I smiled.
"Thanks mom." And I got up and hugged her.
"So what are you going to do?"
"Go through a whole lot of therapy." I was half kidding half serious.
""Lindsay, seriously?"
"I don't know mom, I can't get over the fact he slept with her. It's hard
to get by."
"Then you know what you need to do?"
"Of course that's why I've been miserable these last few days." I rolled my
eyes. "Come on mom, it's why I turn to you."
"You need to talk to him about her." I froze as I was putting my dishes
away.
"Talk to her? As in the little slut he slept with?"
"Well, I'm sure she's got a nicer name than that."
"No, she doesn't."
"Okay then, yes the little slut." Just then Bobby and Little Bobby walked
in.
"Who the little slut?" I heard my son say. I ran over to him and picked him
up.
"Robert Gordon Donnell Jr. don't say that ever again!" I was serious but
not mad at him.
"I sorry." He pouted and dropped his little face. I had to hug the little
bugger.
"Oh baby, don't be sad, I'm not mad at you, nana and mommy should have
watched what we were saying." He looked at me and I got that smile again.
"Go in the family room and play with your cars." He jumped down and ran
into the family room.
"Okay, back to the conversation." I looked out of the corner of my eyes to
see Bobby still there.
"Mom."
"You need to ask him about the.."
"Little slut."
"Oh come on Lindsay. Say her name. You need to ask about Sara." I froze and
Bobby did too.
"Uh..Yeah, I will and maybe she'll watch Little Bobby on weekends." I
interjected and turned to Bobby. "She's a new babysitter I'm thinking about
getting for the weekends if need be." I knew he knew I was lying.
"Oh for crying out loud Lindsay, be woman about it and tell him you want to
know about Sara! Not a babysitter, the one he slept with!" I walked over to
Bobby and grabbed his arm dragging him up the stairs.
"Thank you MOTHER!" I yelled and we went up to get some boxes. Not a word
was spoken. We filled both his car and mine full of boxes, one more load of
both cars and we'd be done. I'm so glad we were in separate cars. After
this morning I didn't think I'd be able to take it being alone with him. He
helped me unpack a lot of the boxes, but mostly set up all my new
furniture. We didn't really talk much, if we did it was about our son. I
couldn't help but smile when we set up Little Bobby's bedroom set.
"You have to pretend you never saw it." He looked at me with question.
"Why?"
"He wanted it to be a surprise, he wanted to show you himself."
"Oh, that's sweet. Okay, I'll be surprised." I walked into the living room
and put the clock on the wall. It was 5:30. I spent the whole day with him,
uncomfortable.
"Hey, it's getting late."
"Yeah, I should go home and get ready." I smiled.
"Yeah, I have to get dressed and pick up Little Bobby."
"Okay, I'll see you here at 7:00?" I nodded.
"I'll be here."
"Okay." I walked him to the door and I don't know why but I reached out and
hugged him. It felt good. "See you tonight."
"Yeah, tonight." I smiled for the first time in a few nights and closed the
door walking to my new bedroom. I had to get ready for an important evening
that could go two ways. Very good, or very bad. Guess I'd have to leave it
to the night to see which it would turn out to be.
End of Part 3.....I'm sorry, I had to end it somewhere but didn't know
where so I decided to end it here. I'm working on the next part!