Games of the Heart
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“I’m there,” No muttered to his bowl then shoveled more food in but still spoke through it. “I had my own space then wham! I didn’t, that would so suck.”
“And Dusty’s livin’ outta suitcases,” Rees stated then hit a button and looked at her Dad. “That’s gotta be old. It’s been weeks.”
No put his spoon down, picked up the bowl and looked to Mike. “She’s over here practically every night anyway. And your room is huge and you got your own bathroom. That would be a huge step up for Dusty.”
“And you have space in your closet,” Rees added. “When she was teachin’ me how to do my makeup, I saw all her clothes and she has a lot but you have a big closet. You barely use even half of it. They would so fit in there.” Her phone binged, her eyes went to it and she finished, “Though, most of them were on the floor. She’s kinda messy.”
Mike felt his lips twitch.
No was engaged in drinking the milk from his bowl and once he accomplished this, he looked back at his Dad and he smiled a slow, lazy smile. “She’s around, she’s on the rota and I only have to vacuum and dust every fourth week instead of every third.”
“That would rock,” Rees muttered, her thumbs moving over the keypad again. “Though, she doesn’t seem to be real hip on cleanin’.”
Mike felt his lips twitch again.
No got up with his bowl and spoon to take them to the sink, pointing out, “And it would be totally lame, her gettin’ an apartment somewhere when the farm is right next door. They already started working the fields. If she has to help with the plantin’ or she needs to do her pottery, she can just walk right over there if she lives here. She doesn’t have to drive from wherever.”
“And she finds someplace,” Rees added, “she moves there then when you guys get solid she only has to move back here.”
When they get solid?
Jesus.
No rinsed his bowl while muttering, “Jacked, total waste of time.”
“And money,” Rees stated and her phone binged again.
“Crap!” No exclaimed, opening the door on the dishwasher and shoving his bowl in. “I forgot my chemistry book.”
Rees was up and grabbing her book bag off the back of her chair. “I’ll meet you in the car.”
No shoved the dishwasher closed and replied, “Cool.” Then he hustled to the door saying, “Later, Dad.”
Rees came to Mike and got up on her toes to kiss his cheek, phone still in both hands, attention mostly on it, mouth muttering, “See you tonight, Daddy.”
She kissed his cheek and wandered out, thumbs going over the keypad.
Mike stood where he stood exactly as he stood for the last five minutes, silent, leaning against the counter with his coffee mug in his hand, eyes aimed at the kitchen table. He did this for a while. Long enough to hear Rees open the door to the garage. Long enough to hear No run up the stairs then down them. Long enough to hear No shout, “Outta here, Dad!” Long enough for No to be out of there and Mike to hear the garage door go up and No’s beat up, piece of shit car backing out, the garage door going down and the kids driving away.
His first thought was it was time to trade No’s car up. He’d been responsible. No tickets. No accidents. That thing was going on a wing and a prayer. How Mike would find the money for that and Reesee’s school, he had no clue. But it was time.
On his second thought, he burst out laughing.
Then he took a sip of his coffee as he pulled his phone out, scrolled to Dusty and hit go.
She answered on ring two.
“Hey, gorgeous.”
“Had the talk with the kids.”
Silence then, “Oh shit, really?”
She knew what he was saying. He’d told her last night he was going to do it.
“Yeah.”
More silence then, “Uh…you gonna clue me in or are you gonna make me have a nervous breakdown?”
“How do you feel about moving in?”
This got him a whispered, “What?”
It was a good whisper. A happy whisper. And Mike liked it a f**kuva lot.
“No’s idea,” Mike shared. “He’s concerned about the bathroom situation at the Holliday farm. Clarisse is worried about you living out of a suitcase.”
This bought him more silence then he heard her sweet, musical laughter.
When it started dying down, Mike gave it to her.
“Try-outs,” he said softly. “The kids did not blink when I mentioned you spending the night and like I said, you moving in was their idea. Still, it’s a big change for you, me and them. You move in this weekend, we try it out. Keep our finger on the pulse of where everyone is. We need to step back, we’ll reconsider and deal. You in?”
“My freshman year, Debbie forced me to try out for the volleyball team. She said I needed focus and the discipline of athletics. I totally failed. I was ousted in the first cut.”
Mike said nothing.
“Bet I’ll be better at this,” she said softly.
Mike had no doubt.
“So you’re in,” he said softly back.
“Abso-freaking-lutely,” she replied.
“Pack your bags, Angel, this shit goes down tomorrow night,” Mike ordered.
“I’m all over it, honey.”
Mike smiled. It was a happy smile. And it felt f**king great.
“Mike?” Dusty called.
“Still here,” Mike told her.
“I love your kids,” she whispered.
Mike closed his eyes. No smile. But what he was feeling was still f**king happy.
He opened his eyes. “Good,” he whispered back. Then, “I gotta hit the road.”
“I gotta start packing.”
His smile came back.
“Later, darlin’.”
“Later, honey.”
Mike hit the button on his phone.
Then he walked to hall, gave his dog one last rubdown then he hit the garage still smiling.
*
I had my purse and a carryon over my shoulder, one of my smaller suitcases in my hand. Mike was following me with two of my big suitcases. Layla was dashing between the both of us, panting, clearly ecstatic. She was either happy because she was a dog and life in general was just plain good or she understood the concept of suitcases and she liked company. Whatever, she was excited so I was glad she was right there with me.
I barely started packing yesterday before Kirby started moving back into his room. He’d called his good-bye fifteen minutes ago from his bedroom.