51. Callaway
51
CALLAWAY
Damage control is underfoot.
Dakota would do what I least expected her to do.
I have no one else to call but the woman I trust more than anything, at least one who knows more about women than me.
I’m pacing around my room, waiting for her to answer.
“Callaway? Hey, honey, what’s going on?”
“Mom. There is no time to waste. I need your advice.”
She’s laughing. Of course, she is. My panic is amusing to her. “Okay, okay. You have my attention. Now who shit in your cereal?”
“Mother. Can we be serious, please?”
I can hear her shuffling through what I’m sure is her chocolate drawer. She thinks it’s a hidden place nobody knows about, but she’s wrong. Once she found out Navy discovered her couch cushion stashes, she started hiding them in the drawer, blending them in with all her craft supplies. She’s not sneaky enough for Navy.
“Yes, honey. What’s going on? ”
I need to get it off my chest. “She’s going to see it tomorrow. All my plans are falling apart. What should I do?”
My mom has been lending her advice and womanly insight on some big decisions I’ve been making lately. Her opinion means more to me than anything.
“Oh, sweetie. You stick to the plan. Just alter it a little. As much as you don’t think you need to, please be mindful of what you’ll do if she reacts differently. I don’t see how she could be bothered by it, but still, prepare your heart, sweetie. Okay? Dakota loves you. Hold onto that.”
As soon as I left Dakota at the fields, my mind went into blind panic mode. I’m moving full speed ahead and preparing myself for the unknown.
I’m freaking out inside.
This could scare her away. It could make her run far away from me.
Please don’t flee, angel. Stay with me.
Yet, the deepest part of me knows it won’t.
She may hesitate, but I know her heart is sealed with mine. The next steps are foreign to both of us and can ultimately come with some hurdles to face. In this case, I decided for both of us without consulting her first.
It’s fine. Dakota loves me. No stress.