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Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Chapter Thirty-Three of Broken Dreams...


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~ Chapter Thirty-three ~


Justin stood on the other side of the door, waiting for her to say more, but she didn’t.

Shrugging, he turned and went to the kitchen to get a cup of the coffee he smelled brewing.

He stopped in surprise when he saw his mother. She never got up this early. And she certainly wouldn’t be making coffee.

“Mom?

She turned.

He gasped.

Tears flowed down his mother’s cheeks.

“Don’t go getting excited, son. I’m not feeling well, that’s all.”

He rushed to her side. “It’s not like you to cry. What doesn’t feel good?”

His mother studied him, as if pondering what to say. Her shoulders began to shake.

“Mom?” Concern rushed through him. And guilt. He’d had an argument with his mother just a few days ago and she was sick. Is it my fault?

“I’m fine Justin. I really am.”

He hugged her. “I’m so sorry for arguing with you the other day.”

“It’s fine, Justin, and you don’t need to keep apologizing. Once was enough. Really.”

“Okay…I just want you to know I didn’t mean any of what I said. I was being defensive and childish.”

She smiled. “Well, thank you, Justin.”

Mary Jo walked into the kitchen with a bright smile. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” Justin replied.

“Good morning,” His mom said.

The nurse looked around. “Where’s Arianna?”

Justin tipped his head toward the hallway. “She’s taking a bath.”

“Oh.” She moved to the counter and pulled a cup from the cupboard.

“Did you sleep well?” He asked.

“I did. I didn’t realize just how tired I was until I went to bed. I can barely remember lying down.”

Justin chuckled. “Yeah, I was really tired, too.”

Mary Jo went to the table and sat down. “Have you checked on her lately?”

He smiled at the concern in the nurse’s voice. “Yes, just a couple minutes ago. You’re more than welcome to check again if you want.”

Mary Jo shrugged. “I will in a minute.”

“Are you two hungry? I can run down to the corner market and grab some eggs and stuff.”

His mom raised a shoulder and let it fall. “I could eat, how about you, Mary Jo?”

“Oh, you never need to ask me. I’m always hungry.” She smiled, took a sip from her cup and left the room.

Chance began to cry and Justin smiled when his mom’s face perked-up.

Her head swiveled toward him as if attached to a spring. “Do you want me to feed him?”

There was hope in her voice and Justin was glad again for Arianna and the baby. Although he’d already grown to care deeply for his new family, his mother would always hold a special place in his heart.

“Justin?” His mom said.

Shaking his head, he smiled. “Yes, could you? I think I’ll go check on Arianna. We’re probably going to go shopping today. If you don’t feel too bad I’d appreciate if you went with us. I’m sure you’ll know more than we do what we’ll need.”

His mom threw a grateful smile his way on her way to the bathroom and said over her shoulder, “I’ll go. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“Good, it’s settled then. Tell Arianna if you would.”

 

With the room empty, Justin grabbed his laptop and went to his bank page. He’d been confident of his ability to provide for himself, in fact, he’d had more than enough. But would it be enough for two more people?

It was a good thing  he owned his apartment, but then, they might decide to sell it and move to the outskirts of the city if they had more children.

The thought caused his heart to jerk and pitter-patter in his chest. It wasn’t a scary thought, but an exciting one.

After ten minutes going over his current finances he was assured they had plenty of money to go shopping. Now all he needed was a list. What all did a baby need, anyway?

He shoved a hand through disheveled hair and yelled, “Mom.”

“Yes, Justin!”

When she arrived back at his side, he looked up at her. “What do we need for him?”

His mom laughed, causing him to smile.

She sat at the table and pulled the empty pad of paper and pen over in front of her.

“Well now, let’s see…”

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