by Amy Sparling
“You seem a little happier,” Jonah says as we move over to the row of computers.
I shrug, not wanting to give a real answer. If I say yes, I’m happier, he’ll be able to tell it’s a lie. Right now I’m just surviving.
I turn to Jonah and wheel my computer chair right up next to his so that I can rest my cheek on his shoulder. “You make me happy,” I say quietly. “Even when life is being stupid, you’re still the greatest part of it.”
He kisses the top of my head. “You make me more than happy, Nat. I’m still waking up from stress dreams every night where our two months of tutoring are over and you quit hanging out with me.”
I snort. “Not happening. I’m taking you with me to college so you can help me study for all of those assignments as well.”
“I’d be happy to do that,” he says, sliding his hand over to my thigh.
I sit up and decide to check my grades online before logging into ChemXLabs. As I log into the school’s website, the top right corner flashes, telling me I have a new email. Our school accounts have email addresses that no one uses except for teachers, who send us assignments and stuff.
I click on it and freeze.
The new email has my dad’s name as the sender. The subject line reads: Catching up
I look over at Jonah, but he’s checking his own account on the next computer over. My mouth can’t seem to form words, so I bat at his arm with my hand until he looks over, one eyebrow raised.
I point to the screen.
He looks confused at first and then says, “Is that your dad?”
“Ex step-dad,” I whisper.
He nods once and then puts an arm around me. “What do you want to do?”
“I guess I want to read it,” I say, but I move the mouse over to the email and can’t bring myself to click it. “Do you think he’s being nice?”
“Of course he is, if what Mrs. Reese said is true.” Jonah’s eyes meet mine. “Do you want me to read it for you?”
I’m about to say yes and jump out of this chair, but I know I need to read it myself. If Mom actually told him to stay out of my life, then I can’t be mad at him for obeying her wishes. And I do miss him, after these years. He’s the only dad I’ve ever known.
I click the email.
Hi Natalie,
I hope you can get this email soon. I don’t know how often students check these things, but I knew it would be a way to contact you since I don’t know your real email address. It’s me, Ed, and I wanted to reach out after all this time and make sure you’re doing okay.
I miss you a lot, and even though you aren’t related to me by blood, please know I still think of you as my daughter. I would be overjoyed if you choose to reply back, or maybe give me a call. Of course, if you don’t wish to communicate with me, I will respect that.
You’re eighteen now, and almost graduating. I can’t believe you’ve grown up so fast. I still remember when you’d build forts in the living room out of blankets and pretend you were in a spaceship.
I’ll be honest, Natalie. Stacy told me she spoke with you and she told you that we’d recently married. I don’t know how your mom is doing since she cut off all contact with me, but I hope she is doing well. I want you to know what I’d still very much like to be there for you, in any way you need. Since you are starting college soon, please know I’ve set aside money for your education since you were a toddler. I’d love to send it your way.
Hope you’re doing well. Congratulations on your upcoming graduation, kiddo! I’m so proud of you.
Please call me anytime!
-Ed
Jonah’s hand slides slowly across my back. “Are you okay?” he whispers after a moment. I nod, struggling against that lump in my throat that makes me want to cry. My step-dad was always a great guy. I don’t know what happened between him and my mom, but I don’t understand why they had to separate and why he had to leave. Reading his letter makes me wish he’d never left at all.
I stare at that one line in his email, the one about the college money. My tuition at the local state college will be totally paid for if I keep my grades up, thanks to Mrs. Reese’s help. Surely, he knows this, since he’s married to her now. Why would he even bring it up? He could just keep the money himself and I would have never known.
Jonah and I attempt to do some chemistry work, but as soon as our required tutoring session is over, we both pop out of our chairs, ready to get out of this place. Jonah holds my hand as we walk out of the school and toward his car. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t make me talk about what just happened with that email. I am so grateful that he knows when to talk and when to just let me think.
After he’s dropped me off at home, I step onto the porch and my feet suddenly feel like they’re filled with rocks. I can’t step inside. Can’t walk up to my room and do something stupid like laundry.
I have to this, and I have to do it now, while Mom is at the store.
I dial the number I still have memorized from when I was a little kid.
“Hello?” he says in this curious way, because my phone number is no doubt unfamiliar to him.
“Dad?” I say, my voice higher than I expect. “It’s me. And…well…I need your help.”
Chapter 30
One Month Later
Ed Reese takes one bite of the double chocolate deluxe cupcake and his eyes go wide. “This thing’s going to give me diabetes,” he says, immediately taking another bite.
“It’s not that bad,” I say, taking a bite of my own. We’re at Gigi’s Cupcakes after having our third dinner together since I first called him. This last week has been surreal. Mom and I had a confrontation that was hard, and revealing, and made me sick to my stomach. I eventually forgave her for lying to Ed about me not wanting to see him.
From what I remember of their breakup, he was here one day and then gone the next. They signed the divorce papers separately at the courthouse only two months later, and we never talked again. After my first phone call with my dad last week, I’d asked Mom about it.
She tried to play it off as not a big deal, but it was. To me it was. I told her you can’t just keep a girl away from her step-dad when he’s done nothing wrong. She cried, and I cried, and eventually we hugged it out.
Luckily, it’s only been three years of estrangement, so I don’t think we’ve lost much time together. I’m calling him Dad. It’s a little awkward after all these years, but it’s what I used to call him before the divorce. It may not be exactly true, but it’s better than saying, “Hey there, ex-step-dad!” every time I see him.
“I could go for another one of these,” Dad says as he finishes up his cupcake.
I laugh. “I told you they were amazing. I think she sprinkles fairy dust into the icing.”
“You said one a week won’t kill me, right?” he says, taking a sip of his coffee, which he drinks black just like I do.
I nod. “I mean, it hasn’t been medically proven or anything, but I think you’ll be fine. I eat them as much as I can afford to.”
“Enjoy that teenage metabolism,” he says, patting his stomach which isn’t even that big. He’s maybe ten pounds overweight. “One day you won’t be so lucky.”
“So Dad,” I say, feeling awkward as the name rolls off my tongue. “Why did you and Mom split up?”
It’s been a week of getting to know him again. I figure I can ask this burning question now.
He frowns, and little lines appear on his upper lip. “Honey, I don’t really know. She told me she didn’t love me anymore and kicked me out.”
I tear at the edges of my cupcake wrapper. I’d actually figured as much. Mom goes through weird moods and it was like one day she just decided she didn’t want to be married anymore.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“I am now,” he says, patting the top of my hand. “It took me two years to get over both losing your mom and you, but when I met Stacy, I felt my heart start to mend back together.”
Stac
y—or Mrs. Reese as I know her—is actually kind of okay. Outside of school, she acts like a normal person and doesn’t try to lecture me constantly. I can see how she makes my dad happy. She dotes on him and he dotes on her.
The whole thing is weird, but I’m still happy for him.
“You sure your mom is okay?” he asks for the third time today.
I draw in a deep breath and smile. “She will be. The store is saved, so that’s really all that matters.”
“Good,” he says, smiling back at me. “I’m here anytime you need me, kiddo.”
His phone buzzes, an incoming call from his office. “Well…except for now,” he says with a laugh. “I actually have to go.”
I stand up and give him a hug. “See you on Tuesday?” It’s his least busy work day and we’ve agreed to have dinner once a week so we can catch up on things.
“I can’t wait.”
I wave at him as he leaves Gigi’s Cupcakes, but I sit here and sip my coffee for a little while longer. Mom is working at the store, and I’m supposed to relieve her in ten minutes, but for now I just want to sit here and enjoy the feeling of being able to relax.
That first night I called Dad, he met me at Lorenzo’s Pizzeria on the opposite side of town. It was the safest place I could think of where Mom wouldn’t accidently show up and catch us talking. We talked for three hours that night. We caught up, we shared stories, we discussed the store.
Turns out my dad had saved over thirty grand for me since I was a baby, and he was happy to let me use the money to pay off Mom’s loan under the promise that she won’t sell the store to Jack Brown.
Mom was less than thrilled at the idea. But I told her it was my college fund that Dad was going to give me anyway. I spun the idea like it was my own money and I wanted to use it for the store, instead of it being her ex-husband’s money that was being used as a shameful bailout.
After a long, arduous argument, Mom finally agreed. She hasn’t stopped smiling since we got that awful payday loan off her back. Now we’re earning more money than ever thanks to Jonah’s efforts, and we don’t even need it all to get our bills paid anymore.
And the best part of all?
Jack Brown is gone for good.
Dad had a less than polite talk with him, man to man, about how shitty he was for everything he’s done not only to me and Caleb, but to the entire town. Jack’s face went beet red and he didn’t even argue much by the end of it. Dad tore him a new one, so to speak, and Jack stormed off, promising never to contact us again.
When my coffee is finished, I toss my trash and walk back down the boardwalk toward the store. The smell of the salt water dances in my lungs, and the tune of a bird singing nearby makes me smile. Everything feels better now. The world is more beautiful, and the days are sweeter than ever now that our store is safe, my Dad is back, and Jonah is still the best boyfriend in the world.
Jonah is kneeling next to the chalk board easel outside of The Magpie when I walk up. He’s wearing a dark blue Magpie polo shirt my mom gave him.
“What do the ancient pyramids have to do with our book sale?” I ask, squinting at what he’s drawn on the board.
“What?” He stands up, taking a step back to admire his work, the chalk pen in his hand. “That’s not pyramids. It’s a stack of books.”
I snort with laugher. “Oh my…Jonah, honey…you are not a good artist. I might have to ask my mom to rethink her idea of hiring you part time.”
He frowns, still looking at the horrible drawing he’s made. “It…kind of looks like books?” he says, his lips splitting into a grin. “Damn. It looks horrible from this angle.”
I take the chalk pen from his hand and pat him on the head. “It’s okay, Jonah. You’re cute so I’ll try to forgive your terrible drawing skills”
He grabs my hips and pulls me in for a kiss. “Hmm,” he says against my lips. “Maybe you should become my tutor this time. Teach me how to draw.”
I roll my eyes and wrap my arms around his neck, holding him close. “You are such a nerd.”
He grins. “Maybe. But I’m your nerd.”
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The End
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