Cabin Fever: A New Adult and College Romance (The Billionaire Romance Redemption Series Book 2) by Bella Love-Wins
Authors: Bella Love-Wins
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once. How can I blame her for that? On the other hand, we’re her kids; her babies. She’s got to be missing us, probably more than we miss her. I figure she’ll come around when she’s ready, or reach out when she wants us to see her.”
Andrew wasn’t eating anymore. From Abby’s spot beside him, he seemed to gaze into the distance, like he was daydreaming. The fork he was eating was raised above the plate, like he had become frozen in the thought. She sat beside him and waited. He continued after a few moments.
“She was a great mother to us. Firm, fair, compassionate, and she loved us to bits. She was at the door when we left for school every day, and waiting in the same spot when we came home. She was our rock. She grounded us. With all the wealth and power she had access to, she never put any value in them. Money never meant much to her, and she wouldn’t let Joy and I get too spoiled—although if you meet Joy, you might think differently. My mother did a great job raising us. She made home a stable, caring place. And she was so proud when I chose the field of medicine.
“Maybe it would be more painful if we were younger. I don’t know. And yes, I wish she was closer so we could see her. But if she’s happy, I’m happy for her too.”
“That’s so—kind, and honest, Andrew. I can see she’s done a great job with you.”
Abby stacked their plates after he finished and took it to the sink. She rinsed them and placed them in the dishwasher. Turning back to face him, she leaned against the counter.
“Did either of them remarry?”
“No. Well, I’m not sure about my mom, to be honest. My dad definitely hasn’t. He’s married to the businesses. And ever since she left, he’s been the rock. I never thought about it before, but she seemed to pass the parenting torch to him when she left. Before that, he was barely around. He traveled constantly, and was mentally absent when he was around. But when she left, he just found the time to be there, for anything, no, for everything that mattered. And he dotes on us kids, now, in his own way. You know those horrible flannel pajamas you all wore?”
“Yes?”
“That’s how he shows his affection; with me anyway. I get them for birthdays, Christmas, any excuse he can get, that’s what he gives me as gifts. If he had come to visit while you were all here, he’d be thrilled to see them being put to good use.”
She laughed and walked over to stand closer to him. “That’s so sweet.”
“Not if you hate sleeping in pajamas. But I know, it’s the thought that counts.”
“And what about your sister? Joy, right?
“Oh, I think I’ll need a week to get into Joy’s story.”
“That bad, huh?”
“Not quite. She’s a pretty good kid. It’s just, well, I wouldn’t call her bad; I’d say she is unusually distasteful in the pursuit of her love interests. Let’s leave her for the moment. What I’ll say is she’s four years younger than me—I’m twenty-seven—and she lives with my dad in New York City.”
“Now I’m really curious.”
“Trust me. You don’t want to know. But if you really do, I’ll tell you later on.” He stood up in front of her and pulled her into his arms.
“Okay.”
“Right now,” he said softly in her ear, “I want to do less talking, and more touching.”
“Mmmm,” she moaned. “Sounds exciting. Let’s go back to your room.”
“I was thinking we could…” He looked over at the kitchen center island.
“You mean there?”
“You know, you’re starting to have the best ideas,” he said flirtatiously.
“What if my friends come in? Actually, forget I asked. Let’s do it.”
Chapter Eight
ANDREW was relieved they could pause before the topic had moved to relationships. He would tell her everything eventually, in time. The subject of Emma, however, was not going to be something he could jump into as easily as other conversations. For now, he was off the hook.
“Ready?” he
Andrew wasn’t eating anymore. From Abby’s spot beside him, he seemed to gaze into the distance, like he was daydreaming. The fork he was eating was raised above the plate, like he had become frozen in the thought. She sat beside him and waited. He continued after a few moments.
“She was a great mother to us. Firm, fair, compassionate, and she loved us to bits. She was at the door when we left for school every day, and waiting in the same spot when we came home. She was our rock. She grounded us. With all the wealth and power she had access to, she never put any value in them. Money never meant much to her, and she wouldn’t let Joy and I get too spoiled—although if you meet Joy, you might think differently. My mother did a great job raising us. She made home a stable, caring place. And she was so proud when I chose the field of medicine.
“Maybe it would be more painful if we were younger. I don’t know. And yes, I wish she was closer so we could see her. But if she’s happy, I’m happy for her too.”
“That’s so—kind, and honest, Andrew. I can see she’s done a great job with you.”
Abby stacked their plates after he finished and took it to the sink. She rinsed them and placed them in the dishwasher. Turning back to face him, she leaned against the counter.
“Did either of them remarry?”
“No. Well, I’m not sure about my mom, to be honest. My dad definitely hasn’t. He’s married to the businesses. And ever since she left, he’s been the rock. I never thought about it before, but she seemed to pass the parenting torch to him when she left. Before that, he was barely around. He traveled constantly, and was mentally absent when he was around. But when she left, he just found the time to be there, for anything, no, for everything that mattered. And he dotes on us kids, now, in his own way. You know those horrible flannel pajamas you all wore?”
“Yes?”
“That’s how he shows his affection; with me anyway. I get them for birthdays, Christmas, any excuse he can get, that’s what he gives me as gifts. If he had come to visit while you were all here, he’d be thrilled to see them being put to good use.”
She laughed and walked over to stand closer to him. “That’s so sweet.”
“Not if you hate sleeping in pajamas. But I know, it’s the thought that counts.”
“And what about your sister? Joy, right?
“Oh, I think I’ll need a week to get into Joy’s story.”
“That bad, huh?”
“Not quite. She’s a pretty good kid. It’s just, well, I wouldn’t call her bad; I’d say she is unusually distasteful in the pursuit of her love interests. Let’s leave her for the moment. What I’ll say is she’s four years younger than me—I’m twenty-seven—and she lives with my dad in New York City.”
“Now I’m really curious.”
“Trust me. You don’t want to know. But if you really do, I’ll tell you later on.” He stood up in front of her and pulled her into his arms.
“Okay.”
“Right now,” he said softly in her ear, “I want to do less talking, and more touching.”
“Mmmm,” she moaned. “Sounds exciting. Let’s go back to your room.”
“I was thinking we could…” He looked over at the kitchen center island.
“You mean there?”
“You know, you’re starting to have the best ideas,” he said flirtatiously.
“What if my friends come in? Actually, forget I asked. Let’s do it.”
Chapter Eight
ANDREW was relieved they could pause before the topic had moved to relationships. He would tell her everything eventually, in time. The subject of Emma, however, was not going to be something he could jump into as easily as other conversations. For now, he was off the hook.
“Ready?” he
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