Chapter 62 Sofa Chills
Brielle's POV
Rick had left after the conversation that we had. I was trying to make the right decision about my mother as I sat on the sofa with a throw over me. It was a bit chilly this evening. Daylan was in the shower, but he had something to talk about, and I hope that it's nothing serious, especially about Abby. Apparently, the meeting with the board members went well and Tim showed up, which I guess is for the project and nothing bad.
Daylan appeared, "Are you cold?" he asked as he came closer to me and then sat down beside me. His eyes fell on the card that I held in my hand.
"I feel a little cold, but my mind cannot stop thinking about my mother," I sighed.
"You don't have to rush into anything. Take your time," he said as he placed his hand on my leg.
"She wants to meet up with me and I don't know what to do with that. Should I go, or should I stay here? I mean... she has a perfect life now, and she never continued to look for me all these years. I'm stuck in between," I replied.
"Well, if you decide not to go, then don't. You can always go visit her when you think the time is right. But if you want to see her now, then do it. Hear what she has to say and that is like a second chance. Remember what I did to Rick? That was partially different but very much the same. One was a choice, the other didn't have a choice but eventually had a choice. Its relatable. I never made the effort with Rick after I left. I didn't want to. But your mother still tried, and she was threatened. She moved on and the choice after that was her ending up with a perfect life and not looking for you," he squeezed my leg gently. "Don't be hard on yourself. Think about it and you have options to choose."
"You are really amazing right now. But I think I have to meet up with her before she leaves... I have to," I held his gaze with a faint smile.
"I will support you in any way I can with this," he said.
"So, what is it that you want to talk to me about?" I asked, giving him my full attention.
"I have decided to open my own private practice," he said, looking at me with so much hope in those eyes.
"That is something amazing. I will support you in that decision too. After all, we have dreams that we want to pursue. This is really amazing," I smiled. I took his hand in mine and I brought it closer to my lips and placed soft kisses on the back of his hand.
"I just want to make the most of my life and to see you happy too. Thank you for the support. One of my nurses also wants to work with me and I told her she can work with me once everything is up and running. It will take some time, but I believe that it will be a success, especially with my project," he said.
"Well, you are a medical author too, so maybe you can have your books on the tables in the waiting area. They learn more about health and everything else."
"I love that idea. How is your book coming along? I have time later to help," he shifted on the sofa so that his body faced towards me more.
"I gave it to my mother to read. And as I think about it now, maybe that wasn't such a good idea. What if I chased her away with what I wrote in there about her?"
"She needs to know everything that she put you through and even if she feels guilty, and it perhaps brings out the worst in her, at least you know that you told her via the book. You deserve so much better than being let down, especially by a loved one. Also, rekindling a long-lost relationship takes time. I will be your support throughout this journey too," he said as he smiled.
"I have made my decision about where I would like to live."
"You did?" he asked with a hint of excitement in his voice.
"Yeah, I will be moving in with you."
"That's great to hear," his smile widened. "Have you told Rick about it yet?"
"Yes, I didn't know he was living at the hotel. I feel so bad that he allowed me to live here while he is in a hotel all this time." I said.
"Well, he has a heart, and he still put you first, knowing where you came from. He wouldn't just allow you to be out on the street with little to none. So, I see that as a kind gesture. Part of that is because he feels guilty for what he did to you. All those dreams that you both worked so hard for, all to waste. At least now I am with you and my life is where it's supposed to be right now," he smiled in adoration.
"Wise words," I said.
"I have an idea for the nursery, but its a surprise," he moved his other hand to my flat belly. "I want to do things right this time and I want to be there every step of the way for her. I will not miss anything. I won't make the same mistakes that I had with Rick. So, be prepared for her to be daddy's little girl," he smiled and that just pulled at my heart. He leaned in and placed a sweet kiss against my lips. "I love you," he rasped.
I pulled inches away, surprised, "You do? Really?"
"I love you," he repeated with a smile.
"I love you too," I moved closer and straddled him.
His hands are on my hips while my fingers rake through his hair. I leaned down and kissed him. My evening turned out better after the whole thing about my mother, my fear and the possible rejection after she reads my book. But Daylan will always remain by my side and support me through anything. I should never expect that from him because of his past, but this happened when he is determined to make things right and to be a better man than he used to be.
I pulled back, "I forgot, I have to go see Tabitha tomorrow for my new job. Angela and Chantal want to come over for dinner before I start at the company. So, I hope you will be okay with me going out knowing about this whole Abby thing."
"I guess it's okay that you hang out with your friends, and I will accompany you to Tabitha. I just want to make sure that you are fine, and I do need to get a restraining order against Abby if she does try anything with you or me," he said.
"Thank you, and I hope that things work out as they should, especially about Abby."
"Enough about her," he pulled me closer to him, and we continued with our deep kissing.
I knew where this night was leading us to...cuddles and a night full of s^x. A distraction from the realities of this world.