in with her or agreed to marry her if he still had feelings for me.
That gives me hope that a friendship between us might actually work.
I’m stuffing the burritos into a bag when there’s a knock at the door. I let Jonah in, but I pause for a second when I take him in. He’s dressed up today. He’s wearing a black long-sleeved dress shirt with a black-and-silver tie. He shaved his stubble and finally got a haircut. He looks younger. I start to comment on how nice he looks but think better of it.
Elijah is fussing in the car seat, so I unbuckle him and take him out of it. He’s warm when I pull him to my chest. “Poor thing.” He sounds congested. “Are you giving him anything?”
Jonah nods and pulls a couple of prescription bottles out of the diaper bag. “I took him to the ER around midnight. They gave me these, said to rotate them every four hours.” He holds one of them up. “Give him this one in two hours.” He sets the diaper bag down. “I packed extra clothes and rags. You might need them today.”
“You took him to the emergency room? Have you even slept?”
As if the thought of it is a trigger, Jonah yawns, covering his mouth with a fist. He shakes his head. “I’ll be okay. I might have time to make a Starbucks run.” He opens the living room door to leave.
“Wait.” I go to the kitchen and grab the sack of breakfast burritos, running them back to him before he escapes. “I made these for you. Breakfast burritos. Sounds like you’re about to have a long day.”
Jonah looks at me with a soft appreciation as he takes it from me. “Thank you.” There’s a little bit of surprise in his voice, and I try not to let that please me, but it does. It feels good to do something nice for him. I’ve been so hard on him for so long.
“I’ll text you with updates on Elijah. Don’t worry. He’s in good hands.”
Jonah smiles. “I don’t doubt that for a second. See you tonight.”
As soon as he leaves, Clara walks around the corner, dressed for school. She sees Elijah in my arms and lights up, holding her arms out in front of her. “Gimme.”
I hand him to her. “He’s sick. Don’t kiss him—you might catch it.”
She cradles him against her chest and kisses his forehead anyway. “Sick babies need all the kisses they can get.”
She’s right. When Clara was a baby, the sicker she was, the more I coddled her and kissed her and just wanted to take all her aches and pains away. God, I miss those days.
I’m sure sometime in the near future, I’ll miss these days. I feel like Clara and I are an impossible pair this year, but I know I’ll miss it after she moves out and starts a life of her own. I’ll miss it all—the arguments, the silent treatments, the groundings, the rebellious behavior.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Clara asks.
I smile and pull her in for a hug. She’s holding Elijah, so she can’t reciprocate the hug, but it’s enough that she isn’t pulling away. I kiss the side of her head. “I love you.”
When I pull back, she’s looking at me with a cautious expression. But then she smiles and says, “Love you, too, Mom.”
She goes to the couch to sit with Elijah.
“I made breakfast burritos. Left you some on the counter.”
Clara perks up. “Bacon or sausage?”
“Both.”
“Yes,” she whispers. She gives her attention back to Elijah. “I love you, buddy, but I have breakfast to eat.”
I shoot Jonah a text around ten to let him know Elijah’s fever has gone down a little. He responds at noon.
Jonah: Is he sleeping at all?
Me: Not really. I bet he’ll crash once his fever finally breaks, though.
Jonah: Hopefully he waits until I’m ready to crash. This has been the longest day and it’s only noon. The breakfast was a godsend. Thanks for that.
Me: I have a roast in the crockpot. Clara and I won’t eat it all, so I can send some home with you when you pick up Elijah.
Jonah: Perfect. Thanks again.
Two hours later, I get another text from Jonah.
Jonah: Is he asleep yet?
Me: He took a fifteen minute nap. Still has fever, but he’s not as fussy as he was.
Then, a text from Clara.
Clara: Miller and I need to work on our project after school. We’ll be at Starbucks.