Chapter 26
26
Sunday, March 16th
W aking up next to Patrick, I catch the soft rise and fall of his chest. He snores. I giggle hearing his light snoring. The sight of him, so relaxed and peaceful in my bed, brings a smile to my face. I lean in and kiss his forehead gently as I replay all that happened yesterday.
Fate. The word floats through my thoughts again. It’s funny how things line up, how one small change could have kept me from Patrick. If we hadn’t brought back our ugly Christmas sweater tradition last December … if Nicholas hadn’t bought the bar … if we were not running late on the clean … if so many little things hadn’t happened, I never would have met Patrick, let alone invited him to High Five. And I’m so glad I did.
When was the last time I looked at my phone? My friends are probably dying for an update. I slide out of bed and make my way to the living room. Picking it up from the coffee table, I begin a text to the BFF group chat as I walk back to my bedroom.
Rachel Wagner
To conclude our little tradition … while there was no “shamrockin” last night, I think it’s safe to say “I’m here for the Paddy” and am currently watching him sleep.
Sarah Anderson
Not creepy at all, but OMG!!! I’m so excited for you and St. Pat!
Rachel Wagner
We’re spending next weekend together in Chicago too.
Emily Brown
Trifecta!
I hold in a laugh, not wanting to wake Patrick. He stirs a little as I make my way back under the covers but stays asleep. Next weekend. Chicago. I’m so happy. It's still new, but there's something about him—about us. I put my phone on my nightstand, settling back into the comfort of his chest, my mind drifting between excitement for what could be and this perfect moment. Our friend group is about to have no single friends.
The End