34. Davina
34
Davina
S taying occupied is the only reason I haven’t broken down. I had a good cry at home after Collin left but my mind keeps imagining these horrible scenarios where Charlie wants to go live with him, or worse, where Collin takes him from me.
“Behind!” Allie says but it’s too late. I crash into her, knocking the drinks from both of our trays.
I apologize profusely and she assures me it’s fine, but I feel the tears coming.
“Hey, it’s seriously okay. Let me clean this up.”
“No. I got it. I made the mess. I’ll clean it up.”
I scoop the broken glass and as if this night can’t get any worse, I slice my hand open. Wincing, I snatch my hand back, mumbling a curse.
“Let Allie clean it up,” Mason says, helping me up.
He puts his arm around my waist and leads me to the bathroom, seating me on the counter while he gets the first aid kit from beneath the sink.
“You ready to talk?”
I shake my head, while blurting out what happened and my fears. He listens carefully, gently cleaning my cut.
“Charlie would never choose Collin.”
“What if Collin takes him? Did I fuck up telling Collin?”
“That’s not going to happen, and no, you didn’t fuck up. Collin will think twice about hurting him knowing he’s his son,” Mason says.
“He’s completely unhinged. I don’t…I don’t know what he’s capable of.”
He finished bandaging my hand but keeps holding it. It’s a soothing gesture.
“I should tell you that Charlie knows Collin is his dad. He asked me outright and I couldn’t lie to him.”
A tear rolls down my cheek and Mason wipes it away.
“I should’ve told him the truth already. Hell, I should’ve told you a long time ago.”
“We’ll deal with it together. No matter what happens,” he promises. “Collin is not going to destroy what we’re building.”
I believe him, because the alternative is not something I can deal with. Believing him gives me hope that I may finally get a happy ending.