don’t know. Rose called it a reading nook, but I don’t read, so I couldn’t say what the hell I’m going to use in that space.
The master bathroom has a shower that I can wheel straight inside, with a detached shower head. Now that we’ve moved, and I’m getting more strength with my upper half, Laurie doesn’t come around much anymore. Once a week, maybe, unless I need her for something. But Cara frowns every time she comes over, saying that she wants to be the one to take care of me, not some other woman.
Whatever, she’s fucking difficult.
There’s also another bathroom, an actual laundry room, and two more bedrooms. One bedroom will be for Wesley, and Cara says the other one will be my “gaming” room. She’s tired of having to watch me play COD all the time. Whatever, fine with me. Hard to concentrate with a baby and woman in your face, anyway.
“Well this one has an L. Just a fucking L on it. Is this living room? Laundry room?” I snap out of my thoughts as Easton fumes. Rose snickers as she watches him lose his shit. I can’t help but chuckle, too.
“Living room!” Cara screams from inside the house.
I look down at Wesley in my lap who is watching the scene in front of him with interest. “These people are fucking crazy, Wes. What do you think?”
He responds with slapping his hand on his thigh and letting out a screech.
“Exactly.” I nod, moving the chair forward towards the back of the house.
This might have been the best decision I’ve ever made. It’s definitely been the best investment. Wesley laughs as I drive towards the woods. He loves when I take him on a ride. Cracks the hell up every time.
The ten acres that I bought is mostly wooded area, but Rich had people come mow down an acre so that we could have a place to put our house. I was able to buy this land for dirt cheap, being it’s in The Grove, it's been for sale for well over a year.
“This is your new home, Wesley. You won’t have to worry about the bullshit from that park a day in your life.”
He looks up at me, so much wonder and trust in his gaze. If life could only be that simple. We could enjoy the meaningless adventures of life. But that’s not my life. It’ll always be filled with danger and complications. All I can do is give him the most protected, enjoyable life I can.
And as I sit on the edge of the tree line with my son, it’s there that I make him a promise. No matter what direction life takes us, I’ll always be there to protect him and treat him exactly how a father should treat his son.
“Wesley Logan Shaw, you’re my greatest weakness. But you’re also my greatest strength. I love you, son.” I rub his head as he looks out at the trees in awe.
Love might be an emotion that has been difficult for me to understand. But when it comes to my son, it feels like the most natural thing in the world.
“Come on, Wesley, be a good boy for mommy.” Cara whines from the other room.
After a long day of unpacking, we’re almost fully settled into our new place. Cara is beat, and Wesley is having a hard time settling down in his new room. I get it, it’s weird being in a new place. New smells, new sights. He a little over three months old now, and even though he’s still so young, I’m sure he’s grown used to our old place.
I asked Cara if she wanted me to put him down, but with an irritated shake of her head she adjusted her shirt and walked him to his crib.
Whatever.
With a sigh, I rip my sweaty shirt over my head. I haven’t been able to help with much besides handing things off to the next person or putting away small stuff away like clothes into dressers or kitchenware into the bottom drawers.
Now I’m just irritated for my uselessness, and the irritation only grows when Cara’s irritated. Why the fuck is she irritated with me? Giving me a look like I’m the one not wanting to go to bed.
I glide over to our bed, turn the chair off and maneuver myself onto the mattress. It’s always a difficult task, and on multiple accounts I’ve biffed shit and fallen on the floor. But I’m getting used to