Chapter 44 Lexi
LEXI
The weekend didn’t go as planned. I was ready to spend the day catching up on all the housework I’d ignored, but Jonah had other ideas.
First, he sent groceries, enough for the week, delivered to my door. He sent fresh fruits, pantry staples, my favorite snacks … even chocolate-covered almonds I hadn’t bought in months.
Then I discovered he’d planned all our meals and had them cooked and delivered from a catering place in Manhattan that I’d never heard of.
On Sunday, we had chicken noodle soup with sourdough, followed by a butternut squash soup and an apple-walnut salad. On Monday, it was lemon-garlic salmon with quinoa. He even sent turmeric-ginger shots and honey-lemon tea for my throat.
And so on. I didn’t have to lift a finger.
And the best part was Anne, the nanny, that Jonah had staying with us. Evie was thrilled to have someone playing with her all day, and Anne was amazing. She stayed with me a few nights until I was ready to go back to work, helping me and Evie at home.
On Wednesday morning, when I assured her that I truly was better, she left after giving me her number and telling me to call her if I needed her the next day, free of charge.
I looked at her business card. My own mother hadn’t responded the same way as Jonah or Anne did.
My mother had called again earlier, reminding me about the money.
When I’d told her I was unwell and needed my paycheck for the doctor bills, whether it was true or not, she sounded grim and hung up. She had not offered help.
I lay my head back against the couch while Evie played with her blocks on the floor.
Jonah had stayed all night, gotten me a doctor, and gotten me a babysitter for Evie.
He’d seen me almost faint, seen me feverish, and stayed by my side all the time.
I’d told myself for the longest time that he was a different kind of person, and he wouldn’t understand people like me, and my background with limited finances.
But he understood me without me ever having to say a word.
And nobody had ever taken care of me with such devotion before. I felt safe and cared for around him. What did the differences in our social standing matter?