Chapter 23 Say Yes to Me #3
“It's sixty bucks for a used record.”
“So? You want it, get it.” I grabbed it from him and headed for the counter. “I'm buying.”
“Troy—”
“Let me do this.” I paid before he could argue and took the bag. I handed it to him. “You can play it for me later.”
He looked at me with an expression I couldn't quite read. “You're being really sweet today.”
“Is that okay?”
“It's perfect.” He kissed me right there in the record shop, quick and warm. “Thank you.”
We hit a bookstore next and then a coffee place that served pastries bigger than my hand. We walked along the lakefront despite the cold because Declan said he liked watching the water.
The whole afternoon felt surreal, like we'd stepped into someone else's life, a life where we were just two men falling for each other instead of two damaged people trying not to break.
By the time the sun started going down and painted the sky in shades of orange and pink, I knew where we needed to go next.
“One more stop,” I said.
“Where?”
“You'll see.”
The cemetery was quiet when we pulled up. Late afternoon on a weekday meant we had the place mostly to ourselves.
Declan followed me without asking questions and seemed to understand where we were going before we got there.
My mother's grave looked the same as it always did with a simple headstone, her name, her dates, and the line about beloved mother and wife that never felt like enough.
I stood there staring at it while Declan stood beside me, close enough to touch but giving me space.
“Hey, Mom,” I said finally with my voice rough. “It's been a while.”
Declan's hand found mine and squeezed gently.
I took a breath. “I came back. Like I said I would eventually. Didn't plan on staying but then—” I looked at Declan. “Then things got complicated.”
“Complicated how?” Declan asked quietly.
“Complicated like I fell in love with your husband.” The confession came easier than I expected. “The man you asked to take care of me. The man who stayed when I gave him every reason to leave. The man who's been trying to love me for years even when I was too stubborn to see it.”
Declan's breath hitched. His hand tightened on mine.
“I know this probably isn't what you imagined,” I continued. “I know it's messy and complicated and probably breaks about a dozen rules of normal human behavior. But I love him, Mom. And I think—” My voice cracked. “I think maybe I always have. I was just too angry to admit it.”
Tears were running down my face now, hot and fast.
“So I'm here asking for your permission or your blessing or just your understanding.” I wiped my face with my free hand. “Because I want to do this right. Want to honor your memory while still choosing him. And I don't know how to do both unless you tell me it's okay.”
Declan pulled me into his arms and held me while I cried against his shoulder. His own tears were wet against my hair.
When I could breathe again, I pulled back enough to look at him. “You want to say anything?”
He nodded and turned to face the headstone. His hand still held mine.
“Claire,” he said with his voice thick with emotion. “I've missed you. Every day for thirteen years I've missed you. Missed your laugh. Your warmth. The way you saw good in people even when they didn't deserve it.”
He paused and gathered himself.
“I loved you and love you still. That hasn't changed and it never will.” He squeezed my hand.
“But Troy is right. Things have gotten complicated.
I've fallen for your son in ways I never expected and in ways that probably should feel wrong but don't. And I need to know—” His voice broke.
“I need to know you'd understand. That you wouldn't hate me for this.”
We stood there crying while the sun set behind us, two grown men asking a dead woman for permission to love each other.
“She would have been okay with it,” I said finally. “She loved you and trusted you. She'd want us both to be happy even if happy looks different than she planned.”
“You think so?”
“Yeah.” I kissed him soft and careful. “I do.”
Declan touched the headstone with a gentle and reverent touch. “Thank you, Claire. For everything you gave me. For trusting me with your son. For loving me when I needed it most.”
I added my own touch to the stone. “Love you, Mom. Always will. I'm sorry it took me so long to come back.”
We left the flowers at the base of the headstone and stood there for another minute in silence that felt full instead of empty.
Then we walked back to the car hand in hand while the last light faded from the sky.
In the car, Declan turned to me. “That was the best date I've ever been on.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He pulled me in for a kiss that tasted like salt and grief and hope all mixed together. “Thank you for today. For choosing me on purpose instead of just letting it happen.”
“I'll keep choosing you,” I said.
“Even when Rafael comes back?”
“Especially then.” I started the engine. “Because I'm done running, Declan. Done pretending this is temporary or that I don't want it. I'm all in. For as long as you'll have me.”
His smile was bright enough to light up the whole fucking car. “Then I guess you're stuck with me.”
“Good.” I pulled out of the cemetery. “Because that's exactly where I want to be.”
We drove home through streets that felt less threatening than they had that morning. The city was still the same. The danger was still real. But for the first time since coming back to Chicago, I felt like I had something worth staying for.
Worth fighting for.
Worth choosing every single day no matter what came next.