before we’re both slobbering messes.
“Cheer up, Scott. You have me now. Maybe we can do this again tomorrow but with no crying.” He wipes his face, looks at me, and tries his best to smile.
“Yeah, sure. Let’s get you back to your car.” We drive silently back to the diner where my car is, and I give him a kiss before letting him know I’ll text or call him later.
I get to Scottie’s karate class in time watch the end of his practice. All I can think about, though, is Scott crying. He was really crying for hurting me. I smile a little because, in a way, I believe he needs to hurt the way I’ve been hurting all these years. He needs to feel remorseful and realize the consequences his actions had on my life. When practice is over, I take Scottie out to eat and for ice cream. I tell him it’s a mini celebration for doing such a good job in school and karate, but in reality, I haven’t been grocery shopping in a while because I’ve been too preoccupied with Scott.
When we get home, I start the tub for Scottie right after he finishes his homework. I plan on tonight being an early bed time for my son! I have plans with my phone. As I’m washing Scottie’s hair, Tony calls.
“Hey, baby, how are you doing?” Tony sounds so cheerful as he greets me.
“I’m doing good, honey. I’m helping Scottie with his bath.”
“I’m calling to check up on my favorite wife and kid. I miss you both and can’t wait to see you again.”
“We’re your favorite, huh?” I giggle at his silliness.
“Well, yeah… No one else can do what you do with your sweet…”
“Tony! You’re on speaker!” I interrupt him quickly.
“Oh. He he. Hey, buddy, Mommy is super sweet, isn’t she?”
“Yes! She’s the coolest! She took me to a restaurant and to get ice cream because I’m such a good boy! I miss you, Daddy!” The love Scottie has for his dad is evident as he looks longingly at the phone.
I smile as I say, “You have two people to hurry back home to.” I don’t really want Tony to hurry home, but I do get lonely at night. I hate sleeping without my safety net.
“I’m the luckiest man on earth! I’ll be home soon. I love you both very much. Good night.”
“Good night!” Scottie and I yell into the phone. I end the call with my soapy hands and finish with Scottie. After I tuck him into bed, I head downstairs to drink a glass of wine. While I’m pouring the drink, there’s a knock on the door.
“Open up, Grace.” Oh Lord - Kimberly.
I go to the door and let her in.
“Hey, Kimberly! It’s late, but come on in.” She pushes right past me with a magazine in her hand.
“Oh, I’m coming in regardless, Grace, and I want a glass of wine.” I give Kim a side-eye look. She’s wearing her work-out clothes, and her long brunette hair is pulled up in a ponytail. She’s pouring a full glass of wine, so whatever she has to say must be good…
“Okay, Kim… What’s going on?” She stares right at me.
“Umm…You need to tell me what’s going on with you and Scott Peters.” I choke on the wine I had just sipped.
“What in the hell are you talking about?” I finally manage to cough out. I walk around the counter so I can sit down, hoping she doesn’t notice how badly I’m starting to shake. How could anyone know that Scott’s here or about the two of us? I’m trying really hard to keep my panic from showing.
“You and Scott were at a diner eating. How do you know Scott, and why were you two out on a date?” How do I answer this? Oh. My. God. What if Tony knows all about it? He’ll be pissed. Okay, relax, Grace, it’s no big deal. He’s just a friend. Right, he’s just an old friend.
“Scott’s just an old friend; I really don’t even know him that well.” Kimberly laughs at my attempt to hide the truth.
“Yeah, sure. Listen to this: ‘Scott Peters and mystery woman at a diner in a small town upstate New York.’” I grab the magazine from her and flip to see if there’s
“Cheer up, Scott. You have me now. Maybe we can do this again tomorrow but with no crying.” He wipes his face, looks at me, and tries his best to smile.
“Yeah, sure. Let’s get you back to your car.” We drive silently back to the diner where my car is, and I give him a kiss before letting him know I’ll text or call him later.
I get to Scottie’s karate class in time watch the end of his practice. All I can think about, though, is Scott crying. He was really crying for hurting me. I smile a little because, in a way, I believe he needs to hurt the way I’ve been hurting all these years. He needs to feel remorseful and realize the consequences his actions had on my life. When practice is over, I take Scottie out to eat and for ice cream. I tell him it’s a mini celebration for doing such a good job in school and karate, but in reality, I haven’t been grocery shopping in a while because I’ve been too preoccupied with Scott.
When we get home, I start the tub for Scottie right after he finishes his homework. I plan on tonight being an early bed time for my son! I have plans with my phone. As I’m washing Scottie’s hair, Tony calls.
“Hey, baby, how are you doing?” Tony sounds so cheerful as he greets me.
“I’m doing good, honey. I’m helping Scottie with his bath.”
“I’m calling to check up on my favorite wife and kid. I miss you both and can’t wait to see you again.”
“We’re your favorite, huh?” I giggle at his silliness.
“Well, yeah… No one else can do what you do with your sweet…”
“Tony! You’re on speaker!” I interrupt him quickly.
“Oh. He he. Hey, buddy, Mommy is super sweet, isn’t she?”
“Yes! She’s the coolest! She took me to a restaurant and to get ice cream because I’m such a good boy! I miss you, Daddy!” The love Scottie has for his dad is evident as he looks longingly at the phone.
I smile as I say, “You have two people to hurry back home to.” I don’t really want Tony to hurry home, but I do get lonely at night. I hate sleeping without my safety net.
“I’m the luckiest man on earth! I’ll be home soon. I love you both very much. Good night.”
“Good night!” Scottie and I yell into the phone. I end the call with my soapy hands and finish with Scottie. After I tuck him into bed, I head downstairs to drink a glass of wine. While I’m pouring the drink, there’s a knock on the door.
“Open up, Grace.” Oh Lord - Kimberly.
I go to the door and let her in.
“Hey, Kimberly! It’s late, but come on in.” She pushes right past me with a magazine in her hand.
“Oh, I’m coming in regardless, Grace, and I want a glass of wine.” I give Kim a side-eye look. She’s wearing her work-out clothes, and her long brunette hair is pulled up in a ponytail. She’s pouring a full glass of wine, so whatever she has to say must be good…
“Okay, Kim… What’s going on?” She stares right at me.
“Umm…You need to tell me what’s going on with you and Scott Peters.” I choke on the wine I had just sipped.
“What in the hell are you talking about?” I finally manage to cough out. I walk around the counter so I can sit down, hoping she doesn’t notice how badly I’m starting to shake. How could anyone know that Scott’s here or about the two of us? I’m trying really hard to keep my panic from showing.
“You and Scott were at a diner eating. How do you know Scott, and why were you two out on a date?” How do I answer this? Oh. My. God. What if Tony knows all about it? He’ll be pissed. Okay, relax, Grace, it’s no big deal. He’s just a friend. Right, he’s just an old friend.
“Scott’s just an old friend; I really don’t even know him that well.” Kimberly laughs at my attempt to hide the truth.
“Yeah, sure. Listen to this: ‘Scott Peters and mystery woman at a diner in a small town upstate New York.’” I grab the magazine from her and flip to see if there’s
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