Chapter 41 Colt
Colt
I tear a piece of sourdough in half and share it with Betty, who’s curled in a ball next to me on my parents’ couch. She crunches happily, leaving crumbs scattered over my thigh and the cushion, then her tongue darts out to pick them up.
Mom’s mug clinks down on her slate coaster. “You said you had something to talk to me about, but all you’ve done is eat half a loaf of sourdough.”
“It’s good sourdough,” I mumble around a mouthful of moist, warm bread. Once it’s washed down with a gulp of chocolate chip frappe, I clear my throat. “Um, yeah. I need your advice.”
Trying not to appear too eager, Mom settles into the plush upholstery of the couch and tucks her feet underneath her.
The movement earns a displeased side-eye from Betty until she sees Mom’s sherpa blanket being yanked from the back of the couch, and suddenly they’re curled up underneath it together.
“Okay, so…my head’s all messed up about Whit right now. I think I’m finally starting to see which way is up, but I need to know if I’m being an idiot.”
“You probably are.”
I blow a puff of air from my nostrils. “Wow, chill. You could at least let me explain the situation first.”
Her fingers lovingly stroke Betty’s suede-soft ears. “Let’s hear it then.”
“I want to be with Whit.” To me, it’s a statement that means something—everything—after the conversation in her laundry room. To my mom, it’s as if I stated that I feel like having pizza for dinner. Which…I do feel like pizza, but only if I’m sharing it with Whit and Jonas.
I take a deep breath. “How important is it to you that you have grandkids one day?”
The wrinkles around her eyes and across her forehead deepen with her pinched expression. “Well, I would love to have some more kids around here some—”
“What if I didn’t make you a grandma? Would you be devastated?”
“Colt, what are you getting at?”
“Can you just tell me if your heart would be broken?”
Reaching overtop of Betty, she pats her hand on my thigh. The sorrowful look in her eyes is a gut punch, telling me what I already knew without any words.
I can’t bear to hear her answer, so I cut her off before she has the chance to destroy me.
“Whit can’t have more kids, Ma. There was some kind of complication or something when Jonas was born and so they like…
” I make a nonsensical scooping gesture with my hand.
“But she’s—I love her. I love her and I love Jonas, and I really suck at taking your advice because I didn’t take things slow at all.
She pushed me away because she thinks it’s really important to me that I have kids, but I’ve realized they’re more than enough for me.
They’re—yeah, they’re perfect. They’re my favorite people.
And you’re my next favorite, so I wanted your approval.
I know you want me to have babies, but fuck…
” I stop for a breath, my heart a jackhammer against my sternum.
Mom’s mouth opens. Closes. Opens again.
I can’t stop myself from cutting her off again.
“I’ve been so hung up on what you’d think about all of this.
So worried about breaking your heart. Now that I’m saying this shit out loud, I’m realizing I don’t need your approval.
I’m sorry if you’re disappointed, but you’ll have to get over it.
Jonas means so much more to me than some unborn baby I don’t know. ”
She tucks the blanket across her chest, her fingers plucking at a loose thread and her searching gaze looking for a way to unravel the words I spewed at her.
“But also…can you please say something?”
She clears her throat. “Do you know what makes me so proud to be your mother? When life hands you a test—even one that makes you question things about yourself—you don’t let it stop you.
When you were about eleven, everybody in your class was reading some book…
oh, I forget what it’s called now. It was beyond your reading level, for sure, but when you realized you were in over your head, you didn’t quit.
You busted your ass for weeks, then came to me and asked if we could read it together. ”
“It wasn’t even a good book.” I half-laugh to cut the tension.
“From what little I know, those two deserve somebody who will be good to them and keep them safe, and there’s no safer place for anyone’s heart than in your hands.”
“Their hearts aren’t even in my hands. They’re in my chest, right next to mine.”
Reaching out, Mom squeezes the muscle on my forearm with her cool touch. “Then I suppose I’ll love their hearts as much as I love yours.”
“You’re not disappointed knowing you might never be a grandma?” I ask tentatively. I already know her answer won’t matter, but I can’t help my foolish curiosity. Betty lifts her head from my mom’s lap, as if to point out that this woman is already a grandma, thank you very much.
“Is there a two-grandma limit I’m unaware of? Is Jonas not allowed to have another old lady in his life to bake cookies and spoil him on Christmas?”
I don’t know what his relationship with Alex’s parents is like. Jonas is close with Whit’s parents, but given her mom’s rapid decline, he might find himself grandma-less sooner than any boy should.
“He can always use another person in his corner.”
“Good. So that settles that.” She grabs her coffee mug with both hands, pulling it to her lips with a glimmering smile stretched across her creamy, life-weathered skin.
I’m going to be with Whit.
That settles that.