Chapter 92: Adams' Apartment

Tuesday, January 3rd, Evening

She opened the door to her apartment and entered it. Hanging up her coat, she put her briefcase and handbag on the breakfast bar. Checking her watch, she was right on time.

Walking into the area referred to as the living room and she looked at the sofa. Her son looked up at her and smiled. Trin smiled back, the reason she was home was because of Wyatt. Trin had made a pledge to herself that she would spend time every day with Wyatt.

"Hi Mom," Wyatt said.

"Hey, how are you?" Trin asked, and took a seat next to him.

"I'm good," Wyatt said, "How was your day?"

"Busy," Trin said, "But I'm home now."

Wyatt nodded, "So, are you cooking or are we ordering in?" he asked.

Trin laughed, "How much time before the game?" she asked.

"About forty-five minutes according to the website clock," Wyatt said.

"Good," Trin said, "Where's Līga?"

"She's in the bathroom?" Wyatt said.

Trin nodded, "I see," she said.

Wyatt nodded, "Still doesn't answer my question about dinner?" he asked.

Trin laughed, "I've already ordered on the app," Trin said, "I'll cook tomorrow."

"Like you cook," Wyatt said.

"I cook," Trin said.

"If you cook, can we have Nana Haley's mac and cheese?" Wyatt asked.

Trin chuckled, "We'll see," she said.

"What will we see?" Wyatt asked.

"If I have the stuff or do, I have to get it delivered, so it might delay it a day," Trin said.

That was when the bathroom door opened and a young blonde woman came out into the living room. She looked at Trin and Wyatt sitting on the sofa.

"Miss Trinity, I didn't hear you come in," Līga said.

Trin stood up and smiled, "I just got in," she said and walked over to her handbag. She reached into her handbag and came out with some money, and walked over to Līga. The younger blonde woman smiled. "Thank you for watching Wyatt for me," Trin said.

"Thank you, Miss Trinity," Līga said, "Do you need me tomorrow?"

Trin nodded, "Yes, I do," she said.

"The usual time?" Līga asked.

"Yes," Trin said and paid Līga for babysitting her son.

"Thank you again, Miss Trinity," Līga said.

"You're welcome," Trin said and watched as Līga left the apartment. Trin nodded, and walked back to the sofa and sat back down next to Wyatt.

"Why didn't I stay with Madam Legrand today?" Wyatt asked.

"I thought you like spending time with Līga?" Trin asked.

Wyatt shrugged, "It's just more fun over Madam Legrand's," he said.

Trin nodded, "Okay. Did you hear Keni on the broadcast yet?" Trin asked.

Wyatt shook her head, "No, but I thought I heard Sassy," he said.

Trin laughed, "She was always a big mouth," she said.

Wyatt nodded, "So, what did you order?" he asked.

Trin smiled, "We're listening to a basketball game, so game food," she said.

"Pizza?" Wyatt asked.

"Wings," Trin said.

Wyatt smiled.

"We'll get pizza when we watch Uncle James' game," Trin said.

Wyatt nodded, "So when you were in high school, you cheered for basketball?" he asked.

Trin nodded, "Yes four years," she said.

"That's where you met my dad?" Wyatt asked.

Trin nodded, "Yeah, I cheered your Dad for four years, and I cheered with Cousin Ellie for two years," she said.

"Why only two years with Cousin Ellie?" Wyatt asked.

"She was sick for two years," Trin said.

"Could you tell me how you met my Dad?" Wyatt asked.

"I've told you the story before," Trin said.

"I want to hear the story again," Wyatt said.

Trin nodded, "Okay, let me get changed first, then I'll tell you the short version on how I met your father," she said.

"Okay," Wyatt said.

Trin got up and walked down the hall to the Master Bedroom. She closed the door behind her then leaned against it. Trin rested her hand on her heart and took a few deep breathes to slowing it down.

It was only natural for Wyatt to ask about Brian, Trin reflected. He was a growing boy and wanted to know about his parents. Wyatt, at eleven, probably wasn't sure or wouldn't understand why Brian wasn't in his life. Brian had wanted to be, but his conditions had been too much of a price.

Trin pushed off the door and started to strip out of her work clothes. It was like a snake shedding her skin, it allowed Trin to adjust to being home, and spending time with Wyatt.

Slowly she collected her work clothes up for the dry cleaner. Trin walked into the master bathroom and scrubbed off her makeup and let down her hair, which she brushed out. Once done she changed into lounge pants and her veteran NYU Sweatshirt.

Trin left the master bedroom and returned to the living room with Wyatt. She took up a seat near him and smiled.

"So, I met your Dad on a group date with him, Cousin Ellie and Cousin Kay, I think there was someone else on the date, but I can't remember," Trin said.

"What's a group date?" Wyatt asked.

"It's where you go out in a group because our parents wouldn't allow us to date until we were sixteen, so that's what you did," Trin said.

"Oh," Wyatt said.

Trin nodded, "There's nothing momentous or Earth-shattering about when I met your father, it's rather mundane," she said.

"He didn't stand out at all?" Wyatt asked.

"At fourteen, no, that was later," Trin said.

"Why later?" Wyatt asked.

"I don't know, maybe Uncle James had to move out so your Father could spread his wings," Trin said.

"Wikipedia says he believed in the marriage of heaven and hell, what's that?" Wyatt asked.

"I know it's a book that your Father read, beyond that, I don't know," Trin said.

"Why?" Wyatt asked.

"Want the truth?" Trin asked.

"Yes," Wyatt said, quietly.

"Your Father said so many things, we didn't know what he truly believed and what he just said," Trin replied.

Wyatt nodded, and before he could as another question the house phone rang.

"That's dinner," Trin said and picked up the phone, thinking saved by the bell.