top of everything else. So I waited. Expected him to screw up. Because if he didn’t screw up, then I’d have to accept that he had changed, and if he had changed—if he was the man that I had wanted him to become so many years ago—the implications of that felt astronomical.
It would mean I could have my friend back. And that idea, that hope, was terrifying. Because when you hope for something, you can be let down.
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It took me a couple more days, but I finally made the decision to give him as much of my trust as I could muster. Yes, I was terrified. Yes, I was on my guard, fully prepared to be disappointed and hurt. Yes, I was wary of his fame and all the repercussions of being seen with him. But I couldn’t keep treading water like I’d been doing. I was exhausted from the effort of maintaining the status quo. I needed to move forward, to forge some kind of path. So with my heart in my throat and my palms slick with sweat, I did the terrifying thing. I decided to trust him.
I walked over to his front door and knocked, waiting patiently as he unlocked multiple locks and opened the door. His surprise and curiosity at seeing me on his doorstep were written clearly on his face, which was understandable. I hadn’t stepped foot in his home, or even onto his side of the lawn, since he’d moved in. “Hi,” he said.
There were several moments of silence as I gathered my courage. “Would you like to come eat dinner with me?” I finally asked.
He blinked in surprise. “Yes. Yes, of course.”
I threw my thumb in the direction of my door. “It’s nearly ready. Come over whenever you can.” I turned and stepped down off the porch.
There was a mad scrambling behind me and by the time I reached my door, Sean had caught up. I gave him a tentative smile as I opened the door for us.
“Mmm.” He inhaled deeply as we walked in. “Is that spaghetti?”
“Yeah.”
“I wish I’d known earlier. I could have brought a salad or something.” He followed me to the kitchen, where I stirred the noodles again.
“I didn’t want to worry about it all afternoon. That’s why I invited you at the last minute.”
“What would you have worried about?”
I took a fortifying breath. “I don’t know.” I opened a cupboard and pulled out a colander. “About how I’ll act. About how I’ll feel.” He stayed quiet and I plunged ahead. “I’m sorry I yelled at you.”
“That’s okay,” he said, like it was the easiest thing to forgive me. “Thank you for inviting me over.”
“You’re welcome.” I’d only glanced at him a few times. Having him in my space without my anger as a barrier was more uncomfortable than I’d anticipated.
“Can I help?”
“Sure. Um. Set the table?”
He did as I asked, and soon we were sitting down across from each other, ready to have a civil meal. I tried to dish some onto his plate but my hands shook. He carefully took the utensils from me. “Here. I can do that.”
I pulled my hands away and let him.
He put food on both our plates and then sat down. “I’m sorry if I’m making you nervous,” he said as he twirled his first bite onto his fork.
“I just—” I kneaded the palm of my hand with my thumb. “I didn’t realize how strange it would be.”
His brow furrowed. “We used to have enjoyable meals together. Didn’t we?” He looked like he was honestly unsure.
“Yeah, we did. But that was a long time ago. And that was before I was married.”
“You’re not married now,” he said this quietly, like he wasn’t sure he wanted me to hear it.
I looked him straight in the eye this time. “Yes, I am.” I wasn’t mean about it, which I was proud of. But he needed to know that I didn’t see myself as single. I was one half of a whole. It didn’t matter that my other half was gone and never coming back.
He nodded slowly, accepting.
I dropped my eyes back to my plate and forged ahead. “I really am sorry about the other day.”
“Me too. I didn’t handle it well.”
I nodded, accepting his apology. We ate in silence for a while before I set my fork down and said the thing I really want to say. “Hey, Sean.”
He looked up at me. “Yeah?”
I smiled even as my eyes watered. “I’m having a girl.”