‘magical horn’ then chasing after Ebru. It was hard to believe, but a fucking relief. Since he’d been so close to Isla’s car when it exploded. And he’d got away with bad bruises and a concussion. Maybe it would knock some sense into him?
That thought sobered me up a bit and I sat down and asked the question that no one had been able to answer yet. “How’s Cooper man?”
Ren stopped laughing and went silent for a second. “The last I heard, he’s not good. He has some burns on him, as well as internal injuries. Coleman is going to find out more for us, but right now we don’t know his status. What the fuck Luke - bombs? What the fuck did we do to deserve this?”
“That’s the million-dollar question, but what I can tell you is that when they are found, I will make sure that they pay for what they tried to do.”
“You’re gonna have to get in line dude, there’s a long list of us who want to do that, too.”
Agreeing to talk in a couple of days, I hung up the phone and made the call that I’d been desperate to make since the day before when I’d found out that Isla was pregnant. We hadn’t had a chance to tell anyone yet apart from Dad, and I needed to share this with everyone.
Dialing my parents’ number, I held my breath as it rang in my ear. One of Coleman’s team, who’d been assigned to my folks, answered the phone and then passed it over to my mom.
“Luke, oh my God! I’m so glad you called. How are you? Where are you?” She babbled out in a rush.
“We can’t tell you right now, Ma, but I’ve got some news for you. Is Dad around, too?” I know he already knew, but if Mom found that out, there would be hell to pay and Dad tended to bend over backwards to make sure that that never happened, so we would have to make this play.
She fumbled about trying to put the phone on speaker until Dad eventually grabbed it and did it for her. Technology and my mom were not a match made in heaven.
“Okay, sweetie, go ahead!”
“Isla’s pregnant…” I just managed to finish the end of the word pregnant before Mom started screaming and crying while Dad tried to calm her down. I listened to the sobs and her wailing about being a Grandma until she settled slightly and then added the rest. “With twins…”
Making myself comfortable with a big smile on my face I listened to her cry, knowing how happy she was, and waited for Dad to calm her down again. If I could get Isla to trust me again, to accept how much I loved her, then this would be us in around thirty years time; I couldn’t wait!
“I think she’s semi settled now, son,” Dad said. “Congratulations to both of you…” Mom grabbed the phone back from him and took over.
“How far along is she? How is she feeling? Have you said sorry yet? When is she due? Are you looking after her?” Answering the questions one by one as patiently as I could, I looked over toward the hammock where she’d been lying and saw her standing inside the door looking worriedly at me. I know she was scared that people would think that she’d done it on purpose, but hopefully hearing my Mom’s excitement would help her see that that just wasn’t the case with my family so I put it on speakerphone, too.
As Mom went on and on talking about going baby shopping and finding Isla the best OBGYN in the area, I saw Isla relax and the beginning of a smile on her face as she took more steps toward me. When she was close enough, I reached out and gently moved her onto my lap and rubbed her back to try and get rid of the tension that I could feel in it.
“Ma, Isla’s here. Why don’t you ask her?” She tensed again on my lap until Mom started her crying and babbling and Isla joined her; maybe this hadn’t been my best idea? I hated it when Isla cried because I knew what she went through at home when she was younger and not once did she breakdown. She’d just taken it and carried on, so when she cried you knew it was
That thought sobered me up a bit and I sat down and asked the question that no one had been able to answer yet. “How’s Cooper man?”
Ren stopped laughing and went silent for a second. “The last I heard, he’s not good. He has some burns on him, as well as internal injuries. Coleman is going to find out more for us, but right now we don’t know his status. What the fuck Luke - bombs? What the fuck did we do to deserve this?”
“That’s the million-dollar question, but what I can tell you is that when they are found, I will make sure that they pay for what they tried to do.”
“You’re gonna have to get in line dude, there’s a long list of us who want to do that, too.”
Agreeing to talk in a couple of days, I hung up the phone and made the call that I’d been desperate to make since the day before when I’d found out that Isla was pregnant. We hadn’t had a chance to tell anyone yet apart from Dad, and I needed to share this with everyone.
Dialing my parents’ number, I held my breath as it rang in my ear. One of Coleman’s team, who’d been assigned to my folks, answered the phone and then passed it over to my mom.
“Luke, oh my God! I’m so glad you called. How are you? Where are you?” She babbled out in a rush.
“We can’t tell you right now, Ma, but I’ve got some news for you. Is Dad around, too?” I know he already knew, but if Mom found that out, there would be hell to pay and Dad tended to bend over backwards to make sure that that never happened, so we would have to make this play.
She fumbled about trying to put the phone on speaker until Dad eventually grabbed it and did it for her. Technology and my mom were not a match made in heaven.
“Okay, sweetie, go ahead!”
“Isla’s pregnant…” I just managed to finish the end of the word pregnant before Mom started screaming and crying while Dad tried to calm her down. I listened to the sobs and her wailing about being a Grandma until she settled slightly and then added the rest. “With twins…”
Making myself comfortable with a big smile on my face I listened to her cry, knowing how happy she was, and waited for Dad to calm her down again. If I could get Isla to trust me again, to accept how much I loved her, then this would be us in around thirty years time; I couldn’t wait!
“I think she’s semi settled now, son,” Dad said. “Congratulations to both of you…” Mom grabbed the phone back from him and took over.
“How far along is she? How is she feeling? Have you said sorry yet? When is she due? Are you looking after her?” Answering the questions one by one as patiently as I could, I looked over toward the hammock where she’d been lying and saw her standing inside the door looking worriedly at me. I know she was scared that people would think that she’d done it on purpose, but hopefully hearing my Mom’s excitement would help her see that that just wasn’t the case with my family so I put it on speakerphone, too.
As Mom went on and on talking about going baby shopping and finding Isla the best OBGYN in the area, I saw Isla relax and the beginning of a smile on her face as she took more steps toward me. When she was close enough, I reached out and gently moved her onto my lap and rubbed her back to try and get rid of the tension that I could feel in it.
“Ma, Isla’s here. Why don’t you ask her?” She tensed again on my lap until Mom started her crying and babbling and Isla joined her; maybe this hadn’t been my best idea? I hated it when Isla cried because I knew what she went through at home when she was younger and not once did she breakdown. She’d just taken it and carried on, so when she cried you knew it was
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