Mr.Right novel Chapter 37

In the days that follow, my time is filled with planning programs for library users. Programs including storytime for children, book clubs, and conducting researches for school works. There are times where I work myself nonstop till midnight which can be threatening to my health according to mom's analysis. She doesn't know it but giving myself a break from work can be threatening to my health because here's the thing about time, it doesn't give a hoot about you. It doesn't care if you're grieving and need a break from everything.

It just keeps on moving and asking you to get up on your ass to move along with it.

So I will.

"Happy anniversary guys," I walk into the kitchen where my parents are and turn on the coffee maker. It's my parent's wedding anniversary today and I'm proud of how they've still stuck together like glue for thirty-two years and counting. Through ups and downs, family issues and conflicts, it's good to know they're still going strong.

"I'm glad you remembered," Dad smiles at me.

"I did. You reminded me yesterday like six times."

"You know your Father is quite the character," Mom chuckles as she sets a breakfast of pancakes before him.

"I never got to hear the story of how you both met. What was the meet-cute?"

"It was on a rainy day on the 12 of October 1978..." Dad begins.

"When you still had hair on your head." Mom adds.

"... I was at a fresher's party back in College, your mom was there too. She was sitting alone at a corner of the room..."

"No, I wasn't. I was with dandruff Danny."

"That's what I want to remember Judith. No one cares about your weird ex-boyfriend who gave you a jar filled with human teeth for a birthday gift," Dad says. "Now where was I?"

"You were at a fresher's party." I chip in.

"Ah yes. My friends dared me to go talk to your mom because everyone knew how antisocial I could be. So I man up and walked over to her, flashed her my million dollar smile and said: 'My Robert name is hi'"

"And it worked?"

"You can say it did after three grown-ass children and four grandbabies." He beams.

"Ok, it's time to tell my own part of the story..."

I gulp down the last of my coffee. "Here's my cup of care— oh look, it's empty."

I hear her begin to protest but everything becomes muffled when I close the door behind me and hurry to get to the bus station. Lucky for me, my bus hasn't arrived yet when I get there so I stand at the bus stop, enjoying the wind as it dances on my face and hair.

My heart still breaks a little anytime I open my phone and get no texts or calls from Maverick. Every day and each night, I try to imagine him laying beside my bed and smiling. I can still see his beautiful eyes. I can still smell his skin. I remember how good it felt to be held by him.

I wish he was here.

I feel my phone vibrate in my pockets and with a sigh, I bring it out and unlock my phone.

My heart stops when I see His name as the sender of the message that reads;

'Can we fix this? I can't lose you.'

Immediately, the phone on my hands starts ringing, also with his name on the caller ID. My heart is hammering loudly against my chest and all I can do is stare at my phone.

This was what I wanted, for him to return my calls. Then why the hell aren't I picking up the phone??