Page 131 of My Little Doe
“I know, but part of me is… scared that you won’t come back,” he said.
“Our story has just begun, and I know I’m not ready for it to be over, but I also know Aspen has to be my number one priority, even if we have to be on the back burner, for the moment,” I told him.
“I know… even if it’s hard to hear, but Aspen is a child, and she should be the priority,” he said.
I nodded at him. It felt like we were breaking up, before we’d even thrown a label on this.
“Do you want me to go with you?” he asked.
“No, I need to do this alone, but I’m gonna need a ride,” I said.
“You can have the car in the garage,” he said.
“The car in the garage?” I asked.
“Yeah… I might have another vehicle…”
“Thanks… I guess… I promise to treat it well,” I said.
“It’s just a little Pontiac Grand-Am, but it’s nice,” he said.
“Alright… I also need the number to get a hold of you,” I said.
“Yeah, that would be helpful. Let’s get you going,” he said.
“I promise I don’t really want to, but Ihaveto,” I said.
We both stood up. He stepped closer to me, closing the gap. He put his hands on my sides and pulled me into him. His amber brown eyes pierced into mine.
“Zalayuh, will you be my one and only mate?” he asked.
“Yes. It’s about time you asked,” I said.
“Figured since you told me I was being dumb and hadn’t asked, I’d ask, especially before you leave,” he said.
I reached out and pulled his face to mine, our lips joining together. Moments passed as we held our lips together. He finally pulled away, cupping my cheeks.
“My house is your house. We have already lived together, and you can bring Aspen here if you need,” he said.
I didn’t know what to say to that. I nodded.
He let go, grabbed my hand, and pulled me back into the kitchen toward another door that was in the corner, close to the living room wall. He grabbed a set of keys from the key rack on the wall. He opened the door. I instantly looked at the car parked in the garage. It was a four-door, sleek black.
We walked down the three stairs into the garage. He pressed the button on the wall, and the garage door opened. He opened the car door and slid into the seat, starting the car. The exhaust echoed in the garage. It was much louder than I thought it would be.
He got out of the car and looked at me, then tilted his head slightly.
“Do you remember how to get home?” he asked.
“Yeah… you don’t live down a whole bunch of dirt roads,” I replied.
“Okay… God… this is gonna be harder than I thought,” he said.
“Is it?”
“No… you’re right, I knew it was gonna be hard, but to stare at you and know that I’m gonna say bye… well, it fucking sucks,” he said.
“It’s not goodbye… it’s see you later,” I told him, flashing him a smile.
