Wish Come True (The Blogger Diaries Trilogy Book 3)

by KD Robichaux

  “Kayla… will you be my girlfriend?”

  As simple as the question is, nothing has ever filled me with such happiness besides my daughter. With that thought, my heart skips a beat when I force myself to ask him a very important question. “Have you thought about this, Jason? You know it’s not just me now. I’m a package deal.”

  “I started thinking about that when I learned you were pregnant. Yeah, it was just a fantasy I played out it my head, never thinking it would really happen, but it got me to wondering. You know how I can live in my head…” He trails off.

  “Yeah, I know,” I say, waiting for him to gather his thoughts and continue.

  “The way it went in my fantasy… God, it’s so fucked up,” he cuts himself off.

  I let out a small laugh to ease his tension, dying to know what he’s thinking. “I promise I won’t tell.”

  “I had this fucked-up thought. You know I’m not able to have kids of my own, so I always knew I would be adopting when I settled down, got married, and it was time for babies. Well, I thought… wouldn’t it be something if all this shit happened for a reason? Maybe it was all part of God’s plan that you went back to North Carolina and had a baby… for us.”

  My eyes widen at this. I let the scenario play out in my head. What if it really was like that Rascal Flatts song, “God blessed the broken road that led me straight to you”. I mean, Aiden doesn’t want hardly anything to do with her. And from the beginning, she was always my baby. He only agreed to get me pregnant in order to get me off his back. Was I meant to have all the heartbreak, the pain of losing Jason, to come home and have my baby girl, all so that Jason and I could be together in the end with Josalyn? If so, then that saying “The Lord works in mysterious ways” is hella true, and He certainly has a weird sense of humor.

  “So in other words, yes, I know you come as a package, and Josalyn only sweetens the deal for me,” he tells me, and I hear the sincerity in his voice.

  But I still have to lay it straight. “If I say yes, you cannot pull a Jason again. You can’t just disappear on me. If you start having doubts, you have to promise to talk to me. You can’t just stop answering your phone and fall off the face of the Earth. It was fine when it was only me. I mean, it sucked, but it only hurt me. It’s not just me anymore. If I agree, you can’t do that shit, because it’s me and Josalyn you’d be doing it to.” Tears well in my eyes again at just the thought of losing him again. I want him to know exactly what he’s getting into before I jump the gun and say yes, no matter how badly I want to dive in headfirst.

  “Babe, I swear on everything I believe in I won’t do that to you again. I have no doubts about us. But if some arise, I promise I will talk to you. I won’t ever do that shit to you again. I know I can’t take back what I did, but I can at least apologize, and then try my best to make it up to you.”

  “Holy shit,” I whisper.

  “What? What’s wrong?” His voice sounds immediately alarmed.

  “Holy fucking shit,” I say a little louder.

  “Babe, what’s the matter?” He sounds like he gets up from his chair, and I start to laugh, thinking about what exactly he’d do from Texas if something really was wrong here.

  I giggle hysterically and fall over in my bed, pulling the phone closer to me. And then I squeal the one thing I’ve wanted to be true for the past three years.

  “I’m Jason Robichaux’s girlfriend!”

  December 23, 2007

  “Hey, kid,” my big brother, Tony, replies when I answer my cell, surprised to see his name flashing across my screen.

  “What’s up, Nony?” I ask cheerfully, relieved when his tone isn’t low and grumpy. Last time I saw my middle brother—I’m the youngest of four siblings and the only girl—he flew to Fayetteville to meet a newborn Josalyn. It had been a nice getaway for him, as he was going through a rough divorce. The divorce was a surprise to the whole family; I grew up adoring my quirky, scatterbrained, Venezuelan, fashion-designing sister-in-law, but as an outsider, you never truly know what goes on inside someone’s private life, in their marriage.

  “I have some news, and it’s happy news. It’s a lot, and it’s probably going to catch you off guard, because it doesn’t seem like a very Tony thing for me to do,” he warns.

  I let out a nervous but excited giggle. Anything that’s bringing out this giddy schoolboy part in my brother, I’m anxious to hear. Tony is the Alpha-male of the family. Always levelheaded, my go-to sibling whenever I need advice on something serious. Don’t get me wrong; he’s not a square. He and the youngest of my big brothers, Jay, are my go-to guys for the all the best hard-rock and metal music, and he makes me die laughing whenever I get the pleasure of spending time with him. When he was here visiting last time, Tony, Jay, and I went to the hotel bar Anni works at for a drink, just the three of us.

  I nearly pissed myself laughing at them as they very animatedly used the steering wheel and the dashboard to play a drum duet to “Enemy”. Jay head-banging his shoulder-length blond hair and even pausing to wiggle his fingers like he was twirling a drumstick, Tony’s face contorting as he screamed along with Lejon, I had to cross my legs to keep from having an accident in his rental. The cool thing about it though is both Tony and Jay are very talented drummers, and Jay is even in a super popular local rock band, so as funny as they look in the front seats of the car, they sound fantastic! When Jay told Tony he had to listen to this band he’s now completely obsessed with, Tony begrudgingly gave in, saying, “Yeah, yeah…” not believing Jay when he said they were right up there on the list with Sevendust, our favorite metal band. As soon as the opening rift of “Arms of Sorrow” started coming through the speakers, I broke out with all-over body chills. And then the voice. Dear God, I’ve never heard a voice the likes of Howard Jones’s. The tone covers you like a warm blanket at the same time every hair on your body stands on end.

  Tony brings me out of the happy memory. “So, I met someone, and it’s a really cool story, actually. Like one of those girl-books you like to read so much. We met on an airplane… after she was a complete bitch to me,” he says through a chuckle.

  “Oh, yeah? What did you do to deserve her wrath, big guy?” I prompt.

  “Nothing! I just had knee surgery, ya know, and I still have the drain. I needed an aisle seat so I could stretch my leg out, and let’s just say she was not happy when I asked her to scoot to the middle seat. But anyways, I don’t want to paint her in a bad light. I just can’t wait for you to meet her. You’ll be shocked when you see her. She’s the complete opposite of my normal taste.”

  Tony’s normal taste in women is above average height—so he doesn’t ‘have to hurt his back just for a kiss’, since he’s almost 6’5”—with super short dark hair and big boobs. I take a guess. “So she must be short, with long blonde hair, and is a member of my Itty-Bitty Titty Club.”

  “Well… yeah… that’s pretty much spot on.” He lets out another chuckle. It’s good to hear him so jovial.

  “Well, what’s her name? I’m excited to meet her!”

  “Get this. Her name is Buffy,” he says in all seriousness.

  “Like… The Slayer?” I press my lips together. I can’t decide if that’s the funniest or the coolest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. I was obsessed with that show. Spike was one of my very first crushes.

  “Yep, and it’s not even a nickname. She was named after a relative,” he tells me almost proudly.

  I can’t help the laugh that comes out of me, but I swear I’m not laughing at this girl who has my brother sounding like he’s sitting on cloud nine. It’s a laugh of pure joy for Tony. He deserves someone who makes him so obviously happy.

  “So when do you plan on coming out this way? You should bring Jossy to meet Alex and Amanda,” he suggests. “And you need to come meet Buffy and her daughter Aspen.”

  “Oh, my God, Nony. Her daughter’s name is Aspen? It’s fate! All the kids have A-names!” I point out excitedly.

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�I figured you’d catch that. So any plans to come to Texas soon?”

  “Well, I was toying with the idea to come next month sometime. I sort of have some news too,” I say cautiously. My heart thuds in my chest. I haven’t told anyone besides my mom and Granny about Jason, since my divorce only just finalized.

  “And what’s that?” he prompts.

  “Do you happen to remember my best friend in Friendswood? The one I used to drive every single day to see when I lived there?” My brothers never knew of my true feelings for Jason.

  “Yeah, the one who rescued you when that lady rear-ended you, right?”

  “The one and only. Well, I was thinking about coming to see him. We’re… talking. And I can’t believe I just used that horrendous saying, but that’s what we’re doing. He asked me to be his girlfriend. And before you go crazy grilling me, yes, he knows Josalyn is part of the deal and he’s thrilled about it, and yes, I know I just recently got divorced, but it’s not just a spur of the moment, jumping into something type of thing. I’ve been in love with him for a very lengthy time, and the divorce was actually a long time coming.”

  I don’t want to get defensive, but I know my brother. He’s the type of person to question every tiny detail and weigh all the pros and cons, and I really don’t feel like hearing someone try to talk me out of being with Jason. But his response surprises me. “Kid, my divorce was barely finalized when I met Buffy on that plane. My marriage was over a long time before that paper made it official. You’ve known this guy for a long while now. I’m actually kind of glad you’ve fallen for someone who began as a friend first. Means you got to know the real guy for once.”

  I breathe out a relieved sigh. “Thanks, Nony. I’ll let you know as soon as I make official plans. I gotta get time off work, and time it for when I don’t have any big assignments due at school.”

  “All right, just give me a heads up. You know you have a room here when you come,” he offers.

  “Okay, love you.”

  “Love you, too, kid. Bye.”

  I hang up and can’t wipe the smile off my face the entire time I’m finishing packing up Josalyn’s nursery. I’ll be spending Christmas Eve tomorrow moving into my parents’ house, hopefully for the last time. I won’t be moving out again until either I want to live on my own, or if by some miracle, this whole thing with Jason works out, and we end up moving in together. But I’m not even going to think about that. I’m just going to ride this high my brother gave me with his encouraging words.

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  January 6, 2008

  It’s totally possible to have a heart attack at the age of 23. I’m sure of it. Because I’m pretty positive I’m about to have one. In a little over a week, I will be on a plane to Texas, going to see Jason for the first time in two and a half years. I can’t even get my thoughts in order as I write this, y’all.

  I never thought I’d ever see him again. As much as I longed for him, cried over him, loved him, I thought for sure I would never be with him. And now I have a flight booked for Mom, Josalyn, and me to go to Houston. It wasn’t easy lining up the dates with work and school. I’ll have to bust ass to get my assignments done before I leave, and one of my professors is letting me take a test early. My boss wasn’t too happy about me taking a week off after we were just closed for a week for Christmas, especially since everyone and their brother is calling to book appointments to get their heater fixed. But Jenna stepped in, saying she’d be able to handle everything while I was gone. I think she’s just as excited as I am for me to see Jason.

  Well… probably not, because I feel cardiac arrest setting in.

  Holy hell! What is it going to be like laying eyes on him for the first time after all this time, after all we’ve been through? Will it feel like we’re just picking up where we left off in 2005? Will it feel as comfortable as it does just picking up the phone and talking to him for hours?

  Oh, God. I have to look him in the eye now after having phone sex with him! My face heats up just thinking about it!

  Okay, changing subjects before I die of embarrassment before I even see him.

  Holiday Updates:

  Christmas:

  Christmas was excellent. Josalyn and I got all moved into our old room at the parental units’ casa, and we celebrated Josalyn’s first Christmas with everyone we love. We ate great food cooked by Mom and Granny, and opened presents. My baby girl got spoiled rotten by everyone. She was fascinated by Jay’s two and half year old, my nephew, Bret… yes, named after Bret Michaels. I told y’all about me catching Jay with my makeup when we were little, making the Poison singer’s signature duck lips in the mirror, right? Yeah, he still hasn’t grown out of that obsession—Poison, not the makeup. Anywho, she watched Bret’s every move, giggling over his hyper antics. He couldn’t get enough of her baby cackles, and looked as if he was King of the World when he got her screeching in laughter.

  Aiden stopped by for a hot second just to drop her off a gift. He went all out and got her some bath toys. *rolls eyes

  New Year's Eve:

  My favorite holiday. Went to Paddy’s Irish Pub. I was on the phone with Jason for his midnight, my 11:00 p.m., and we kissed over the line then, and an hour later, when it was my turn for the countdown. Cheesy? Maybe, but the fact it was his idea made me swoon.

  I am super excited to meet Buffy. Oh! Surprise! A couple days after I talked to Tony, he called to tell us she’s pregnant. He sounded ecstatic about it, so I just went with it. As much as I love a book with insta-love, who am I to think it can’t happen in real life? I’m chalking it up to fate that they met on that flight, and I’m anxious to meet the woman my brother is head-over-heels for, and the mother of my future niece or nephew.

  When I told Mom I was trying to figure out how to get to Texas, she immediately wanted to come along. She hadn’t been to Texas in a while, and jumped at the opportunity, since she’d have someone to fly with. She doesn’t like going alone. She talked to Marky and got me a buddy pass to fly standby. She doesn’t need a buddy pass to fly standby, because she’s his mom. The perks of having a flight attendant brother! Josalyn doesn’t need a pass, because she’s under two and can sit in my lap.

  Okay… now I’m rambling just to keep my mind off what it really wants to dwell on. HOLY FUCKING SHIT! I SEE JASON IN 8 DAYS!

  *faints

  January 14, 2008

  My school assignments are complete. My bags are packed with outfits for every occasion, every scenario that could possibly happen on this trip, from lounging in Jason’s room and watching TV, to a hot fancy date in downtown Houston. Josalyn’s every possession is in a separate suitcase. It’s the first time I’ve ever been on a trip as a mother, so I brought every damn thing I could think of that she could conceivably need.

  Jason and I made plans to meet soon after my flight lands. He’s going to drive up to Humble from Friendswood and meet me at Deerbrook Mall to see a movie. Whenever I let myself dwell on seeing him that first time, I feel both painfully excited and nerve-rackingly nauseous, so I quickly divert my attention elsewhere.

  We’re sitting on the plane, waiting for them to seal the doors. Josalyn is grinning with all four of her pearly white teeth, entertaining herself by pushing and pulling the window shade up and down. I ignore the pain in my knuckle each time she pulls the shade down on top of it where I have it propped at the bottom of the window, because at least I know she won’t smash her little baby fingers.

  As we’re waiting, a smiling flight attendant comes by and asks if this is her first flight. I tell him yes and give him her name when he asks, and after leaving and returning once again, he brings her a certificate signed by the captain and a plastic pair of Southwest wings, their signature red heart in the middle. Little things like this make my soul happy. Call me a hoarder—I prefer ‘sentimental collector’—but I keep any and all little mementos like these. I tuck the certificate and wings into the carry on under the seat in front of me after Josalyn use
s her insane baby strength to pull my hand to her mouth to get a taste of the grey and red plastic.

  Pulling her pink moccasin-covered feet underneath her plump little butt, she gets two handfuls of my long dark hair and pulls herself up into a standing position in my lap. I anticipate it and keep her balanced when she throws her full body weight to my left, into my mom’s ninja-like reflexive arms. She’s had lots of practice with four children and seven grandbabies. Just a few weeks ago, I swear she looked like a superhero as she dove across the living room from where she was sitting in her computer chair, catching Bret right before his head hit the hardwood floor when he came off the step wrong. It’s the same step that gave me the scar on my chin when I was little. She literally caught the back of his white-blond head in the palm of her hand mere inches from the floor.

  I let out a laugh as Josalyn gets herself a mouthful of MomMom’s high cheekbones, and make a funny face at her when she cuts her gorgeous hazel eyes at me as she pulls away, a line of drool bridging the gap between her grinning rosy mouth and my mom’s now wet cheek.

  Finally, another flight attendant comes over the speaker and begins the safety instructions. Josalyn watches, fascinated, as the man who gave her the wings demonstrates how to use the seatbelt, oxygen mask, and life vest, and then he leans over and directs that in case of emergency, I’m to put my own mask on first, and then the baby’s. My first instinct is to say, “Oh, hell no!” thinking I’d want to protect her first. Seeing the look on my face, he has obviously explained this to first-time flying mothers before, because he explains, “If you run out of oxygen, you can’t help anyone else with their oxygen mask.” Makes sense. I nod in acknowledgement.

  I take Josalyn back from Mom and sit her in my lap facing forward, opening the shade so she can watch outside as we move slowly along the tarmac. As if by magic, as soon as the plane hits full speed and lifts into the air, she falls right to sleep. I nudge Mom with my elbow and glance down at the snoozing eight-and-a-half-month-old, and with a loving smile, she lays Josalyn’s pastel-colored fuzzy blanket over us.