peeked her head in. My mom and I were close. “I was wondering if you were ever going to make an appearance today?”
She was such the good mother, always so worried about me. “Sorry, I was just tired.”
“Well, you shouldn’t be with all of the sleeping you have been doing, little missy.” She gave me a pointed look.
“Yes, Mom, I know. It’s just these past few weeks have been really rough on me.” I knew she had to understand how I was feeling. Before my parents had me they suffered a miscarriage. They didn’t think they would be able to have kids after that, but I ended up being their miracle child.
“Let’s go out, honey, maybe go for an early dinner or some shopping. Anything to get you out of this room, out of this house,” she pleaded.
“I’m really not up to it.” Going out was the last thing I wanted to do at the moment. I was lucky to be up and heading for a shower.
“You know it does get easier.” She pulled me into her arms as the tears started to flow down my cheeks. I didn’t want to cry, I really didn’t. I had gone an entire day without crying, but the wounds were just so fresh.
“How?” I needed to know how you moved past something so devastating.
“With time, honey. With time.” She patted me on the back and held me tight while I sobbed like a little girl in her arms. It felt so good that I really let myself go and gave into my emotions.
In that moment I made a decision that I wasn’t going to cry anymore over something that I couldn’t control. God had obviously made these decisions for me and I needed to hold on tight to them. I didn’t know if I was going to stay here or go back to Vegas; I just knew that I had to do something for myself. I had to pick myself up and brave the world again. Because I wasn’t the only one who had ever been through a situation like this. I was one of many. I would conquer this head on and try to find my strength again.
I pulled away from my mom and wiped my eyes. “Thank you, Mom. I love you so very much and I don’t know what I would do without you right now.”
“I love you too, honey. We will get through this together.” She gave me a look of sincerity and her words warmed my heart.
Chapter Nine
Justice
We were meeting at my parents’ house tonight for family dinner. I really wasn’t in much of a mood to be around anyone. I was cranky and highly irritable. I was sure I was going to be a real joy to be around tonight; God bless my family. It wasn’t often that I was in a foul mood. I was generally a pretty happy person but since Abbee had been gone, I had been a fucking bear to be around. My partner on the force had been giving me shit lately. He had to spend the most time with me and I felt badly for him.
My family was everything to me, but I knew they would nose into my business especially if I wasn’t myself. I had told my mom what was going on because we were tight, but I didn’t think my dad knew. He wasn’t much into stuff like that.
My siblings were great, but I had a feeling I would receive the Spanish Inquisition when I got there and I just didn’t want to hassle with it tonight. I would have preferred to stay home, sitting on the couch, my feet up on the coffee table, a beer in one hand and the remote in the other. The solitude of my home, all to myself, sounded pretty damn pleasing at the moment. Then if I needed to get pissed off at anyone, I would just get pissed off at myself. Sometimes I was my own worst enemy.
It had been two weeks since Abbee had moved back to Detroit and I was fucking miserable. Beyond miserable. I talked to her every day via text, once in the morning and once at night, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted to see her, to hold her, and to feel her. I just wanted to be near her. She was all I thought about with both my little head and my big head.
I was a horny bastard. Her tight little pussy and velvet lips were always on my mind. The way she kissed me the last time we were together about