by Mia Ford
I was pretty sure my father was going to show up with either coffee, breakfast, or both, which was fine with me since I had completely forgotten to buy coffee or groceries for that matter. Everything had been a mess recently, so much that I was thankful I had remembered to brush my teeth everyday much less keep up with the grocery shopping. I got up and bounced to the door as soon as I heard the knock, opening the door and hugging my father. I took the bags from his hands and walked over to the table, sitting down and unloading the breakfast. He sat down a coffee in front of me and smiled.
We started talking immediately, having our normal chitter chatter about the city and the weather before talking about anything else. My father seemed happy, something I hadn’t seen in a really long time. He was always so stressed out when I was growing up and part of that had to do with my mother and her constant nagging.
“You know what I thought about the other day?”
“What’s that, sweetie?” He leaned back in his chair.
“The time Mom and I went upstate to that amusement park,” I said smiling. “Neither one of us like roller coasters, so we spent all day eating candy and riding the Merry Go Round.”
“That was when I couldn’t get off work,” he said laughing.
“Yeah,” I replied. “It was such a good day. What happened to Mom?”
“The same thing that happens to almost everyone,” he said sighing. “You pass on life experiences over and over, and then one day, you’re terrified that you missed out on life. That was what, or is what, your mother is going through.”
“But she’s hurting everyone else around her,” I said, “which kind of sounds like someone else I know.”
“Oh, sweetie,” he laughed. “You are not going through the same thing. You’re young, and you’re testing the waters. You’re figuring out who you are and what you want.”
“It’s funny how I want both sides of the fence,” I said, looking down at my sandwich. “I want the career and the personal life. I don’t want to have to make a choice like you and Tanner had to. I want it all.”
“And you can have that,” he said laughing. “You are much smarter than me.”
“Dad,” I said, thinking about Tanner. “What you and I have, how close we are, is extremely important to me. I’d go to any lengths to keep it intact.”
“I would too, baby,” he said kindly.
“That being said, my relationship with Tanner is just as important to me,” I said, looking up at him and waiting for a reaction.
I waited for a moment as he played the words over in his head. He tapped his finger on the glass tabletop underneath his hand, and slowly his face softened. He sighed and smiled slightly, and I let out a deep breath. He chuckled slightly and took a sip of his coffee, obviously not surprised at all about anything I’d said. I was confused, but I didn’t want to ask any questions. I just wanted to hear what he had to say about it.
“I already knew all of this,” he said with a smile. “Yesterday afternoon, I met with Tanner. We hashed a lot of things out. And before the lunch was over, he was extremely honest about how he felt about you. I know when that man is lying, but I saw tears in his eyes when he talked about how important you are to him and how much he loves you. So, I gave him my blessing, as long as you felt the same way.”
“Oh,” I said, taken back by what he was saying.
We continued talking for a couple of hours, but my mind was back on Tanner. I should be ecstatic, seeing that my father was on board with us dating, but I wasn’t. Tanner had gone behind my back and talked to my father, and didn’t say anything about it to me. We had just gotten done promising each other a fresh start, a clean slate, and a relationship with no lies. Here I was again, finding out that what he told me was not the truth. How could he go and do that? I knew he did it to make my father feel he could trust him again, but still, the partnership I thought we had was not going to happen the way I wanted it to. Instead, I was sitting there thinking about how he had betrayed me again.
My father didn’t seem to notice that I was upset, which was good, because I didn’t want him to be involved in any of this anymore. He had come to terms with my job, my relationship, and the fact that I had lied to him. From there on out, it was going to have to be me dealing with Tanner the way I thought was best. I couldn’t figure out why my heart wanted to see him but my brain was screaming at me to be angry. Everything was complicated all over again, and I was really looking forward to getting this over with and moving on, with Tanner and I receiving the opportunity for a fresh start. It was all too good to be true from the start, and I should have been prepared for something like that. Again, I was left dizzy after being sideswiped by the man I loved. It was starting to get annoying how much I had to deal with.
“All right,” Dad said, stretching his arms out. “Can I help you clean this up?”
“No,” I said snapping back to the present. “I got this.”
“I’m going to head out,” he smiled. “I have a tennis match with a few guys from the office. Gotta keep myself in shape.”
“Okay,” I said happily. “Thank you for breakfast and coffee.”
“Anytime, sweetheart,” he said. “Anytime. You just call me.”
“I will,” I said walking him to the door.
We embraced, and he kissed me on the cheek before walking out. I closed the door and locked it, standing there staring and thinking about what I had just found out. I sighed and walked back to the table, cleaning up the trash and wiping it down. When I was done, I grabbed my cell phone and laid down in my bed, staring at the ceiling. I dialed Brianna’s number and laid there, waiting for her to answer.
“Hey, girl,” she said happily.
“Hey,” I sighed.
“Uh oh,” she replied. “What happened? Tell me all about it.”
“I went to work yesterday to apologize to Tanner, and we ended up making up,” I explained. “We promised each other no more secrets and no more lies. The last thing left was to break the news to my father. Well, Dad came over today, and I told him that Tanner was important in my life.”
“And your dad freaked out?”
“No, actually the opposite,” I replied.
“Okay,” Brianna said confused. “So, what’s the problem?”
“He felt that way because Tanner took him to lunch yesterday and told him about his feelings for me,” I said. “He didn’t even warn me that he had done that.”
“And you are angry over this,” she said without emotion.
“Of course, I am,” I scoffed. “He immediately went out and betrayed my trust again.”
“Ava,” she said with a sigh. “You need to get your shit together. Tanner didn’t do anything wrong. You’re just mad because you don’t have any more excuses.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“Yes, you do,” she said. “You are being a pussy, and the longer your father is upset with Tanner, the longer you can wait to tell him exactly how you feel about him. You’re scared. But Ava, your fear is completely ruining your life.”
“What am I supposed to do? This was not in my plans,” I said with emotion.
“When is love ever in the plans? You need to tell Tanner how you feel, lay it all out for him, and then see where the chips fall,” she said. “Stop being so scared. it’s your biggest hindrance. Everyone who knows you knows that. You’re just too scared to see it yourself.”
We talked for a few more minutes before hanging up. I sat up in the bed and replayed her words over in my head, chuckling arrogantly as I attempted to blame away her response. However, as the thoughts of how I handled us that whole time played in the back of my mind, I realized that she might be right. Maybe I didn’t spill my guts every time I had a feeling, but that was what was keeping me going. I had amazing walls that even Tanner couldn’t completely knock down. The problem was, I wasn’t sure if I was ready to let that guard down.
Chapter 31
Tanner
So much for Sunday fun day as I hadn’t heard from Ava at all. I woke up in the morning and took a shower, checking my phone several times to see if she had called. I went out into the kitchen and cooked myself an omelet and some toast. When I was done eating, I took my coffee in the living room and decided to try to distract myself by watching some Sunday morning cartoons. It was my dirty little secret. I was never allowed to watch them as a kid, so even though they were terribly boring, I almost always put them on as an adult, even if they were in the background.
That morning I was staring right at the screen, but they were still in the background. Dean and I had really hashed things out at lunch two days prior, and I felt better about our relationship. He had given me his blessing on dating Ava, but I figured it was important that she talk to him herself. On Saturday, I kept my phone on but never heard anything from Ava. I ended up going into work and getting caught up on things I had neglected over the past couple of weeks, assuming that by the evening I would have word but still nothing from her. To say that I was frustrated was an understatement, and I wanted to text her but I didn’t want to bother her if she was with her family.
I was sure, by that point, that Ava would have contacted me, letting me know that she had spoken with Dean and that she had gotten the same blessing. Having not heard from her, I could only assume that her silence meant she hadn’t yet told him. I was a little bit irritated by this fact, but at the same time, she knew what she was doing when it came to her father. I needed to start trusting that Ava was going to be honest with me like we had promised each other. At that point, there was no reason to even start lying to each other. Things had finally slowed down and calmed down, which meant my focus would soon return, and Ava and I could have a real relationship.
I finished my coffee and stood up, walking over to the window and looking out at the foggy New York morning. It was starting to get bitingly cold outside, but instead of turning on the heat, I went and changed into a sweatshirt and slippers. Having a top floor penthouse had its ups and downs, and when it got cold, my apartment seemed to be freezing. However, as the sun would peek out, my apartment also seemed to heat up better than any other I had experienced. It was a double-edged sword. Either way, the cold only distracted me for a minute, and when Ava came back to my mind, I decided it would be best if I just called her.
I dialed her number and walked back in the living room, sitting down on the couch. She answered on the second ring, but instead of her normal sunshine self, I was greeted with a grumpy tone. Immediately, her tone of voice made me know that something was wrong, but I had no idea what it could be. She sat there quietly on the phone, waiting for me to say something. I didn’t want to upset her but it was more than a little frustrating to have back in another bad mood, avoiding me at every turn.
“How are you this morning?”
“Fine,” she said with a monotone voice.
“Just fine?”
“Look, I have things to do,” she said with irritation. “Do you need something specific?”
“No,” I said bitterly. “I was just calling to see what was going on, I hadn’t talked to you in a couple of days.”
“Everything is fine, Tanner,” she replied. “If there’s nothing else, I’m going to go.”
Okay, I had had enough of this shit. I was constantly turning the corner and having the wind knocked out of me for something else that Ava found irritating. It was like she didn’t realize the world didn’t revolve around her. Everyone was different, had different lives, and different interests, but she was acting as if everyone thought the same way she did. It was extremely frustrating when she would get angry, and I had no idea what was going on.
“What is up with you?” I no longer could play the good guy.
“Oh, I don’t know,” she said sarcastically. “Maybe the fact that promises to be truthful to each other mean absolutely nothing.”
“Okay, what are you talking about?” I asked.
“You had lunch with my father before I even could get him on the phone,” she said. “You talked to him about us, and then you didn’t even extend the courtesy to let me know what he’d said. I looked like an idiot when I brought us up. We had just had a whole conversation about no more lies or holding things from each other, and you did it anyway.”
I was pissed—no, beyond pissed—because she was doing it again. She was thinking of every possible reason to get out of having a normal conversation about a relationship. She had built her walls up so high that she was nothing more than a bitter woman who was running full steam away from her past. The problem was, she was trying to make me her past, and I wasn’t willing to make that happen without a fight. Her tone of voice told me she was looking for a fight, and if that were the case, I could easily give it to her. In reality, though, I needed her to understand what she was doing, because in her mind it seemed to be a protective instinct. On the outside, she was just angry and pushing and pulling me back and forth, depending on where her fear and emotions were landing that day.
“I’ve had enough,” I snipped.
“What?”
“You know what I think?” I took a deep breath and knew this was dangerous territory. “I think you’re a coward, a woman who is too afraid to be happy so you sabotage relationships. I think you are looking for every minute excuse to break it off with me. You want to be with me, but you’re picking fights because you’re scared. Well, I refuse to be the guy that falls for your anger. I am going to sit through this with you, and in the end, you’re going to see that I care, but you’re making it really hard for me to have empathy for you.”
“Excuse me?” She was pissed.
“Ava, I love you, but you’re pushing me away every chance you get,” I said angrily. “You should be glad I went to your father first. Otherwise, he would have been still pissed at me when you revealed your feelings. I didn’t want to take away from an understanding with your father, so I waited to tell you. I didn’t lie to you. I just didn’t relay information to you at a speed in which you were comfortable.”
“I don’t need this,” she said angrily.
“You don’t need what? Me? A normal life? A successful career?” I stepped up the tone of my voice. “What do you want, Ava? You want me to be honest, so there you have it. You are terrified of a real relationship, and until you can stop yourself from sabotaging everything good in your life, you are going to be miserable.”
With that I hung up, not wanting to fight with her any longer. She was not going to admit to me that I was right. She wasn’t even going to admit to herself that I was right. How was I supposed to have a relationship with a woman who did everything she could to come up with excuses why she couldn’t be in a relationship? Every time she did it, my heart sunk a little lower. Everything was supposed to turn out right, everything had turned out right, but now Ava was sabotaging it because she was terrified of having everything that she wanted. With her and I as a couple, she would have the family life she wanted, the career she wanted, the family closeness she wanted, and she would be able to handle it all with laughter and humor. Instead, she was pushing everything extra to the side and just making it way harder than it needed to be. I was starting to get angry over it all, but who knew what had been said during her meeting with her father.
I doubted very strongly that Dean would go behind my back, but I also knew Dean would have told her I met him for lunch. Sure, I could have told her about it right away, but I was trying to respect her space and give her the opportunity to talk to her father before any decisions were made. I picked my phone back up and scrolled through the numbers, landing on Dean’s name. I wanted to know what he told her, ask him if he had changed his mind, and figure out just how to fix all of it.
“Hello,” Dean said happily.
“Hey, brother,” I replied with a sigh.
“Uh oh, what happened?”
“I need to ask you a question,” I said.
“Shoot,” he said. “I’ll try to answer you the best wa
y possible.”
“Ava is pissed at me for talking to you at lunch,” I said. “I was hoping you could tell me what, if anything, you talked about with her over lunch. Anything you can think of that may have sent her over the deep end.”
“Nothing,” Dean said. “We talked about life, and I told her that she had my blessing for starting a relationship with you. Other than that, we didn’t really talk about anything. Why?”
“I just got a call from her pissed at me because I talked to you before her,” I replied. “I wanted her to be able to make up her own mind without influence from our conversation. It seems that was the wrong thing to do, and now she’s pushing me away for yet another project.”
“I’m sorry, man,” Dean said. “I wish I could help you, but I have no idea why she is acting that way.”
“It’s alright,” I said. “Thanks for giving it a try.”
I hung up the phone with Dean and sat back down on the couch, trying to think about what my next move should be. I was extremely disappointed that Ava didn’t tell me that her father had given her the blessing as well. Now, it almost seemed like she didn’t want anything to do with me. She had read into something that happened and instead of coming to me and asking questions, she lost her nuts and bolts on me, trying to keep herself a safe distance from me. I thought for sure that once her father agreed to feel okay with us being together, she would jump right into growing and strengthening our relationship. I was wrong though, and now I was left feeling just as bad as before.
Dean had tried to be helpful, but he was tired, and hadn’t been there when she and I had talked, so he didn’t see what I saw on a daily basis. She would pull me in and then throw me backward, wishing for calmness and normality, but when she was offered the chance, she ran in the opposite direction. I loved this woman, and I wanted to be with her, but things had to change, loosen up a bit. She had to start listening to her heart instead of her brain, which seemed to be too much for her. Maybe too much to take the second chance we’d been gifted.