Текст книги "Let Me Love"
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“I have to take it where I can. It’s hard not being the gorgeous one between us two.” I smile down at her, and she shakes her head in amusement.
“Good one,” she says, rolling her eyes and blushing.
“Let’s leave these guys and have some girl talk. I’m entirely pissed off at you for not waiting to get your nails done until we got here.” Jessa teases Kailey, pointing at her with her already polished nail.
“Come on guys, we can go outside,” I say, waving them toward the screen door. “Where are the girls?” I ask Kailey.
“Outside playing with your parents and Derek. Aunt Holly and Uncle Clyde are upstairs resting,” she raises her eyes multiple times.
“Kind of like we rested yesterday?” I whisper, and the pink actually begins at her neck. Kissing the exact spot it starts I leave her to the girls.
“Later, Michaels,” Jessa tosses her hand in the air as though she’s been waiting for me to leave.
The guys go outside, and my brother Derek throws a football my way. We all spread out on the grass while my parents blow bubbles with the kids. We toss the ball back and forth while they drill me with question after question about Kailey’s sudden change of heart. It suddenly occurs to me that I have no idea what made her turn back. When the kids were on top of me in the yard, tickling me last night, I caught her eye and just knew. That love was flickering to life again between us. My gut told me, she was ready to let me love her and finally trust me with her heart.
“Who’s the girl?” I throw the ball to Dex.
He catches with ease, “A girl from back home,” he informs us. “We’re friends,” he adds and in all the years I’ve known Dex, he hasn’t had girls that were friends.
“Since when you do hang around girls that aren’t laying on their back for you,” I ask, and his face tenses. “Did I hit a nerve?” I joke, but he doesn’t laugh. “What the hell?” I’m waiting for him to add something.
“Seriously, I’m not the one who is going to tell Jessa you threw her sister to the wayside. I’m surprised she hasn’t gone off yet. You never know what you’re going to get with her hormones lately,” Grant chimes in, and Brady snickers.
“Sadie said she’s been a little intense?” Brady raises his eyebrows at Grant, and Grant gives an exaggerated nod.
“To say the least. She actually tried to get me to have sex with her at Barbells for old time sake. When I refused, since she’s carrying my baby, she actually got mad at me and stormed out, leaving me there. Greg had to give me a ride home. I think she’s freaking out, thinking she’s losing her youth or something. But, enough about my pussy problems involving my wife wanting me to fuck her in crazy places. Dex, tell it straight.” We all crack up at Grant and Jessa. The two couldn’t be more opposite in some ways.
Dex throws the football at Brady, who runs to catch it. “Nothing to say. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you. Sam and I are just having fun. Seriously, Chrissy and I are just friends, nothing more. I’ve known her since we were kids.” Dex is saying all the right things, but he’s hiding something. I’ve known him long enough to know this Chrissy girl is something to him alright.
Brady points for me to go long, and I start jogging to catch the ball and once I grasp it in my hands, a small boy grabs my legs, and I have no choice but to fall to the ground. Drew jumps on top of my stomach, drool dripping from his mouth. I take my shirt and rub his mouth before lifting up in my arms. “Guess football’s over,” Grant says, and the guys make their way over and sit in the grass.
Soon Chloe and Tara join us and we end up playing duck, duck, goose. It might just be the funniest thing I’ve ever witnessed. Especially when Dex calls goose on Brady, and the two end up chasing each other around the whole yard. Eventually Brady does tackle him, and the girls screech in delight, running over to Dex. They start tickling his sides, and he squirms. The next thing I know Jessa, Sadie, and Kailey all run over and join in. Chrissy waits under the pergola, watching the scene unfold. Disregarding her, I run to join in the fun, picking Kailey up and swinging her around. Her giggles make me want to take her right there. Yeah, I might have to sneak her away at some point. Two weeks is a long time to make-up for.
The afternoon is filled with laughs, jokes, and good times for everyone. Well...everyone but Chrissy. I’m not quite sure why Dex even brought her, she mostly stares into space or watches us from afar, instead of interacting. Soon the sun begins the set and that night sky takes me back to Kailey and me in the tree house last night. Drew is asleep in my mom’s arms. She peers down at him smiling at his small hand that grips her finger. She rubs her knuckle along his cheek. “He really is the sweetest little thing,” she remarks, and everyone smiles at the adorable baby. The girls are eagerly waiting with all of the kids from my family for it to get dark, so the fireworks start. They all sit across the lawn talking about god knows what. “You guys go have fun. We have them.” My mom urges us to join the younger adults at the bonfire circle. Kailey questions me, and I grab her hand and escort her to the brick encased circle.
I take a seat and position her on lap, loving the feel of her body close to mine. Talk of everything from sex in public and drinking games to hangover cures is the conversation. Other than the sex in public, Kailey and I are very out of the loop for this crowd. The surprising thing is it bothers Kailey more than me.
As the group continues their conversation, I rub her upper thigh, and she tucks her head into my neck. “I guess we’re not so young anymore,” she whispers.
Bringing my head in front of hers so we’re only centimeters apart I whisper back, “Oh we can show them how young our bodies move together. I guarantee we have them in the sex position category.”
She laughs and wraps her arms around my neck. “Maybe if they want advice on the bottles that cause the least gas, or the best priced clothes for kids.”
“Or how many times I can fuck you in an hour. How wet you become just from me talking,” I turn the tables, and the way her butt keeps squirming in my lap, I’m pretty sure she’s loving it.
“What about how hard I can make you from one touch.” She snakes her hand between us and palms the hardness in my shorts. “Hum—I didn’t even have to touch you this time.”
“How hard your nipples get when I touch them through three pieces of fabric.” I cup her breast, and I half wonder if we’re giving everyone a show. When I move my lips to kiss her neck, I peer over at the group, and they seem to be disregarding us, enthralled into their own conversation.
“I love hearing your deep breathing in my ear when you want me,” she softly says, so I purposely make my mouth move up her neck and suck her earlobe into my mouth.
Exaggerating my heavy breathing, I whisper, “I need you now.” She softly moans dipping her head closer to my mouth. “Are you up for some hot sex against the barn?”
“I thought you only liked me in your bed,” she teases.
“I can’t wait until then. Plus after the last time I had you against a wall, there’s something to be said for seeing your girlfriend spread eagle in public. Just as long as no one else ever catches a glimpse of her.”
She stands up to her feet, and I follow suit, shifting to conceal anything that might be sticking up. I swear girls have it easy. All the assholes whistle when we walk away, but I just flip them off while we sneak away into the darkness.
By the time the fireworks start going off, I’m already inside Kailey, pounding her against the barn wall. Her legs wrapped up around me and my shorts around my ankles and her panties slid to the side. Yeah, I’ve done this before, but it never felt like it does now. With every moan and tight grip from Kailey, I’m closer. Although I love it when we take it slow, there’s something to be said for raw, unleashed fucking, which is exactly what this is.
After we both come down, we smile coyly at each other, a secret shared between us. She pulls her shorts up and I reluctantly button them for her. “This doesn’t mean you’re off the hook for tonight,” I say.
“I would hope not. You made promises by that bonfire, I intend to make you keep,” she reminds me, and I rack my brain for what I said. Seeing my face, she clues me in. “How many times can you fuck me in an hour?” Crap, I’m already hard as stone again.
Chapter 22
Kailey
Things have been beyond good with Trey and me. He’s back to sleeping over almost every night. He gives Aunt Holly and Uncle Clyde nights off when I’m in school. We’ve made a schedule that hasn’t been extremely hard to keep. My stomach gets all fluttery every time I come home to him sprawled on the couch watching television, and the kids are fast asleep. The sigh that escapes his lips as I slide next to him and wedge myself between him and couch, shows me he’s at peace we’re together.
Chloe’s nightmares have subsided to occasional. We still haven’t done anything with Jen and Caden’s room, but Aunt Holly told me she wants it cleared out before she leaves, which is in two weeks. I know she sees it as a step that has to be made, but they’ve only been gone for six weeks.
Aunt Holly and Uncle Clyde said it’s their turn to watch the kids, while we get away tonight. There was no way I could refuse. We haven’t seen our friends except for the times they come over, and we order pizza. One night we all went to Showtime Pizza Palace, and the guys had some skee ball contest which had the attendant coming over to stop them due to the long line of kids waiting for their turn. The fear that filled Jessa and Grant’s eyes made me think it was a bad idea to expose them to the insane surroundings of unruly kids so early.
I instructed Trey he had to go home, shower, and get ready. He would ring the doorbell and pick me up just like a date. Chuckling as he walked out the door, I knew I’d have flowers too. I grab a pink sundress from my closet and curl my hair in tight waves that will most likely dissipate the second I walk out into the humidity filled air. My make-up is done perfectly. I have to say, I look pretty damn hot.
When I step into the kitchen, the kids are all eating sundaes, and Aunt Holly’s putting everything away. Uncle Clyde relaxes on the couch. I really need to take them out to dinner before they leave for a big thank you. There’s no way I would have gotten along without them.
“Aunt Kailey, you look beautiful,” Chloe says, and I smile down at her.
“Thank you,” I tell her.
Sitting in the chair between her and Tara to wait for Trey, the apprehension about leaving them washes over me. As though feeling it, Aunt Holly chimes in, “Trey will be drooling as much as Drew,” she laughs, swiping Drew’s mouth for most likely the twentieth time today.
Before I can answer, the doorbell rings. From the small window, I catch Trey’s tattooed arm. Chloe beats me to the door and swings it open. “Hi, Trey,” she exclaims, and he picks her up, kissing her on the cheek.
“Hey C-lo, your aunt—,” he stops and stares at me. That familiar look of desire and lust roams up and down my body as he bites his lower lip. He had to take out his piercings last week, since Drew wouldn’t stop tugging them. Hopefully, it’s only temporary, but like usual Trey took it all in stride. “Your aunt is gorgeous,” he finishes.
“Yes she is,” Chloe agrees, beaming as bright as I most likely am.
“Shall we?” he asks, and I nod, walking toward him.
“See you, C-lo, take care of the family,” Trey tells her, giving her a hug and kiss.
“It’s all under control,” she tells him, and we laugh.
“Jesus, Kailey, I’m dying,” he says, opening his door.
“We can skip dinner,” I say, pushing my body against his.
“If you keep doing that, we will.”
We don’t skip dinner. We go to the fanciest restaurant in Western. Trey holds doors open, pulls out my chair, and offers his arm everywhere we go. A true gentleman all the way from the beginning through the end of the date.
He pulls his car up to the house, and I see Rob in the garage working on his car. Trey gives him a small hello as we enter through the back door. Brady and Sadie are arguing about wedding details—again. Dex is nowhere to be found, as usual. After a quick hello, we retreat to his bedroom.
“Now for the real fun,” he whispers in my ear, backing me up to the bed.
He gives me a gentle push, and I fall into the bed, causing my dress to hitch up. “You have to be shitting me? The whole night?”
I nod and bite the inside of my cheek. “Fuck being a gentleman. Next time, I’ll have to go exploring.” His hands graze across my legs, inching further and further with every second. I swear I’m already wetter than I’ve ever been.
“Explore me now,” I invite him to me, and he doesn’t wait before his fingers are circling my clit. Rubbing his finger up and down between my folds, the sounds of my wetness echoes throughout the room, only making my desires stronger.
“I’m going to promise you right now; the second time, we’ll go slower,” he says, and I giggle wanting nothing more than to have him in me. When you sleep under the same roof as three kids, sex is pretty tame, quick and quiet most of the time.
“Turn on the radio,” I tell him, and he smirks figuring out exactly why.
“Why, baby, you feeling a little freaky tonight?” he asks me, then when “Criminal” by Fiona Apple starts up, he saunters over to me.
“We’ll see if you can bring it out.” I tease, and he takes the bait, tearing my dress off me in one fluid motion. I hurry and get on my knees to unbutton his pants, and they fall to the floor. Taking both my hands, I cup the edge of his button-down shirt and tear it open. The sounds of busted buttons hitting the dresser and falling to the floor ricochets through the room.
After I have him completely naked, he grabs a fistful of hair and pulls my head down. His mouth crashes against mine, his tongue piercing tickles my lips. I open immediately, thrusting right back. Our mouths more open than closed; our tongues take turns in each other’s mouths.
Gently tugging, he guides me to my feet. I stand on his bed, my pussy in his face. His tongue darts into my fold, and his hand reaches behind my ass to keep me in place. I buck forward when his fingers insert into to my wetness. He just groans and continues tasting me. Completely caught off guard, he grabs my feet, and I fall onto the bed in a fit of giggles.
“We don’t have long,” he tells me. “I haven’t even cherished these tits,” he grabs a hold of each one, massaging and tweaking. “So, you’re going to be on top,” he instructs, and I automatically return the favor of sucking him into my mouth.
Scooting over, I lay over his cock and encase my lips over the hardness. His hand ventures to the back to my hair, pushing me into his body. Just hearing the groans and obscenities escaping his mouth has me practically orgasming. “We’ll be revisiting that another time,” he says, pulling me back up to him.
I swing my legs over his body, inserting his dick between my folds. The wetness allows him to slide right in. He smacks my ass, and I buck rubbing my clit against his pelvic bone. His hands find my breasts, and he raises up to lick and suck my nipples. “You’re so perfect,” he tells me, and I arch my back, placing my hands on his thighs behind me. “Just like that, ride me baby,” he instructs me. I quicken my pace, bouncing up and down while pushing forward. “Shit, Kailey!” He holds my hips and starts raising his ass to reach deeper inside of me.
“Trey,” I scream, and his serious expression shows he’s most likely listing chords has me clench tight before releasing completely. Trey follows two seconds after me, and I crumple on top of him. Keeping him inside, I wait until he softens and slides out before I move off of him.
He brings me to his side and our bodies begin to calm down. “You owe me a shirt,” he jokes, and I laugh.
“We’ll go shopping tomorrow,” I tell him. Eventually, I get up and clean myself up.
Our night consists of sleeping, making love, sleeping, fucking, and sleeping. It’s the most incredible night, and I honestly feel Trey and I are exactly where we need to be. My fears of him waking up one day and wanting out this life are slowly vanishing.
The next morning, I’m sad when Trey’s not with me in bed. Hearing the shower running, I’m pretty sure where he is. Debating on joining him, I quickly nix that idea, since the bed is way too comfortable and warm to leave. Getting restless, I begin to think about packing up this room and bringing Trey’s stuff over to the house. I contemplate if Trey would want to move in with us, he’s there all the time anyway. My mind wonders from thought to thought, scenario to scenario. At least the one constant is we’re together in them.
My phone buzzes, and I reach over to the nightstand to grab it. Seeing it’s just a Facebook notification, I put my phone back down. I bite my cheek when I spy the drawer. Trey hasn’t ever said not to open it, but I know he keeps something very private in there. Crap, I’m so curious. Hearing the water still going, I slowly open the drawer. A box of condoms, a few receipts, and a book are all that occupy it. I release a relieved breath. Even though, I’m not quite sure what I thought he was hiding, I’m thankful there’s nothing much in the drawer. I pick up the book about famous architects, beginning to read about Adolf Loos when something falls out. Bending over the bed, reaching towards the floor, my fingers barely grasp the photo laying there. When I turn it around to look at it, my stomach tumbles to the depths of hell. My mouth goes dry, my heart starts racing, and the sounds of the world are muted.
The sound of the shower turning off snaps me out of my stupor, and all I can think of is getting the hell out of here. I throw the covers off of me, scrambling around the room to grab my clothes. Once I’ve thrown on my dress from last night, I’m two steps from the door when Trey appears in the bathroom doorway. His body glistening with wet droplets, a towel wrapped around his taut stomach. “Kailey? What’s wrong?” he questions, clearly concerned.
“Who is this?” I ask him while holding the picture up, already assuming the answer. My hand balled at my side, fingernails piercing my palm.
“I was going to show you at some point. It’s just I keep it—”
“Who?” I cut him off, and he steps back confused about my inquisition.
“It’s my daughter,” he cautiously divulges.
“You bastard,” I yell. “How could you? I fucking believed you loved me. You manipulative asshole.” I scream, tearing the door open and slamming it shut.
Brady skids down the stairs from their room to investigate the noise. Dex and Rob open their doors. “Are you okay, Kailey?” Brady asks.
“No, I’m not. Your roommate is fucking prick, who uses people’s hearts to gain what he wants.” By this time, Trey’s already out of the room with his towel still wrapped around him. Sadie appears next to Brady in her tank top and boxer shorts. She approaches me, and I step back. “Did you all know?” They all stare at me with confused expressions, but Sadie places her hand on my shoulder. “Can you take me home?” I ask her, and she nods, escorting me downstairs. She needs no explanation, she’s just there to help me.
Before I take the steps, I look directly at him. “Stay the hell away from her. Do you understand me?”
“Kailey, what the hell are you talking about? I’m sorry I never showed you the picture, but I don’t get why you’re so mad.”
“Do you get some sick twisted pleasure by tormenting me? All these months, all the lies. How could you do this to me?” The tears start streaming down my face even after pushing them back. “I knew it. I knew there was a reason you pursued me the way you did.”
“Kailey! Talk to me, I don’t understand? Why are you so mad I didn’t show you the picture?”
“Did you think the situation was your opening, and I was your golden ticket? If you think you’re going to get her now because Jen and Caden are dead, you’re mistaken. I’ll fight you till my last breath. Do you understand me?” I stare directly into those eyes that I once believed reflected the love he felt for me.
“Who the hell are you talking about?” he screams.
“Chloe. You gave her up Trey! Using her mother’s illness to sneak into her life through her aunt’s weakness isn’t going to get her back.” His face falls and a glaze covers his eyes. “Don’t contact us, and don’t come around.” I run down the stairs. Sadie’s mouth is completely open in astonishment. I guess she didn’t know. She follows me out.
I keep running until I get to the safe confines of her car, and Trey runs out of the house after me. Sadie attempts to push him back, telling him to give me space. The guys come out, and Dex places his hand on his chest, attempting to keep him back, but Trey pushes past him and makes it to the car, banging on the window. “I swear, I didn’t know, Kailey. I swear.” Figures he’d go the ignorant way out of it.
Flipping him off as Sadie pulls out of the driveway does little to make me feel better. Once we’re driving down the street, she places her hand on my leg. She remains silent for a few minutes until we get to a stop light. “Kailey?” Her soft voice fills the silence. “I’m not entirely sure I know what’s going on, but whatever it is, Trey was just as surprised as you right now.” Her phone buzzes, and she pulls it out. Texting someone back, she sticks it back in the center console.
“Trey had a daughter.” I decide who the hell cares about keeping his damn secret. “He gave her up for adoption when he was seventeen.”
“Is that what the fight is about?” she hesitantly asks. I’m thankful it’s Sadie with me, instead of Jessa. I’m not even sure Jessa would have let me leave the house.
“There’s no fight because we won’t be making up. It’s over. His daughter is...is...is...his daughter is Chloe,” I admit to her as much as to myself. My voice doesn’t reflect any emotion. I can almost feel the cold swirling within me.
“Oh,” she takes a deep breath and glances over at me. The rest of the ride is complete silence, except for my phone’s consistent buzzing in my purse. I know who it is, and he can go to hell.
We pull into the driveway, and I thank Sadie. “Let me come in. We can talk.” Her hand covers the keys idling in the ignition.
“No, thank you, Sadie. I need to be by myself for a while.” She gives me a huge hug, and I step out of the car to try to figure out how this happened, but not before I spot Trey’s car squealing around the corner. He slams the car into park as he and Brady get out of the doors.
“Seriously, man, you practically killed me,” Brady shouts at him, slamming his door.
Trey pays no attention, running up to me. He has a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that’s still wet from his body, and bare feet. He’s not going to use his charming ways this time. “Kailey, listen to me,” he pleads.
“NO! Get the fuck out of here,” I scream at him.
He gets down on his knees, begging me to talk to him. “Just listen to me god damn it!” he hollers back. Uncle Clyde comes out to see what the commotion is. Sadie and Brady stand by the car confused and shocked by what’s unfolding in front of their eyes.
“You gave her up once, you’ll do it again. How could you think this would be good for her? Hasn’t she lost enough? We’re better without you. She is better off without you. The best thing you did was give up being a part of her life. She doesn’t need to know her birth father was such a selfish manipulative bastard. Just leave,” I say sternly before walking past Uncle Clyde and into the house.
“What the hell is going on?” Uncle Clyde’s deep voice questions Trey.
Slamming the door, I see Aunt Holly standing at the window with Chloe and Tara by her legs. She stares up at me confused as everyone else. Looking at Chloe, I’m not sure why I never noticed it before. The shape of her eyes, the fullness of her lips, and the hair color—identical to his. How fucking blind was I?
“Give me a second, okay?” I tell Aunt Holly and run upstairs. Bursting into Caden and Jen’s room, I go to the back of the closet and find all the paperwork. Pulling out the heavy filing box, I’m thankful for my sister’s organization skills. I collapse to the floor, thumbing through the typed labels, until Chloe’s name appears.
Aunt Holly quietly comes into the small confines and sits down across from me. She doesn’t say anything, just stares at the papers I’m shuffling through. Medical records, kindergarten registration, then BAM, there it is...her adoption records.
My eyes scan the paperwork, praying I could be wrong. Trey can’t be Chloe’s birth father. That the little girl in the picture was a baby that looked just like her, that the dress she was in could be a common one for that year. My stomach drops when I land on the closed adoption reads, birth parent names are blank. Looking at the date of Chloe’s birth, I calculate Trey’s age in my head.
“How could it be?” I say more to myself, but Aunt Holly answers.
“I don’t know. It’s an unlikely coincidence.”
“That’s why you know he found out where she was. I don’t know how, but he purposely sought me out. All these months have been lies.”
She looks over at me and bites her lip.
“What?” I sigh. She wants to tell me something, but is too afraid of my reaction.
“I think you’re wrong. He’s outside talking to Clyde. Brady and Sadie took the kids to the park. He’s confused and devastated. You need to talk to him, hear his side of the story. This might have been one of those crazy stories you hear about on the internet,” she says with a hollow laugh.
“I seriously doubt that. Out of all the people I meet, it’s the birth father of my adopted niece. Give me a break, Aunt Holly.” As I continue to search through the documents, a manila envelope falls out of the folder. There are three envelopes inside. The first is labeled Chloe, the second Mom and Dad, and the third Sweet Girl scrawled across it in Trey’s scribbled handwriting. My shaking hands attached to my trembling body slowly open the first envelope.
Dear Chloe,
I know when the time comes your Dad will give you these letters. I hope you’ll understand the decisions we made about your adoption. Chloe, you are one of the greatest blessings in my life. Dad & I were so honored to be chosen to be your parents. We love you more than we could ever express in words.
Because your adoption was closed we didn't receive any information about the identities of your birth parents. Communication was restricted to go through our adoption counselor. We were told your birth parents did plan to register, so you would be able to contact them when you turn eighteen if you so wished. Dad & I were so thankful for the gift your birth parents gave us that we wrote them a letter to thank them.
Not long after the letter was sent the adoption counselor contacted Dad & me with a request from your birth father. He asked if he could write you a letter. He knew that there was a chance you would never see it, but he wanted to do it anyway. We gave permission, and two letters were forwarded to us. The first was addressed to Dad & me. The second was addressed to you.
After we read your birth father's letter to us, Dad & I made the decision to keep the letter to you private. It was written for you, and should only be read by you. If you’re Dad has given these letters to you, than you must be questioning him. I wish you all the luck on any answers you hope to find. Please always remember, you’re Dad and I love you so much.
I love you forever and always.
Mommy
The second envelope contains a letter from Trey to Caden and Jen. I’m debating reading it. I know these are private words meant for Jen, Caden, and Chloe, but Jen and Caden aren’t here, and I need to make the decision that’s best for Chloe. If it turns out to be true, and Trey didn’t know, would she be angry that I took away her chance to have a father in her life. A man who would be a great father. A man who is a great father already. I pull the letter out of the open envelope.
I wish I knew what to call you, but it seems like Mom and Dad is the best thing. Thank you for sending the picture. It means a lot to me. The adoption counselor said you gave permission to write the baby a letter. I wrote her a letter telling her why her birth mother and I made the decision to place her with another set of parents. It also contains all of the information she could use to find me one day. I know in my heart you will know when the right time is to share the information with her. I only ask that you tell her I do love her very much. Thank you for providing her with the parents she deserves.
I hold the small blue envelope in my hand, at the handwriting I already recognize. An answer is in the envelope that I can’t turn away from. It will change everything with the rip of a paper and unleash a truth none of us could have though possible. As hard as it is to open, I have no choice. So I allow my finger to run along the sealed flap and take a deep breath before my shaking fingers take the piece of paper out.
To my Sweet Girl,
I stare at you as you lay in my arms. My body torn between letting you go live a life far better than I can give you right now and keeping you with me for pure selfishness on my part. I’m hoping if you ever read this letter, you’re old enough to realize this heart gripping decision was not made lightly. Your small breaths and movements have kept me mesmerized all night. I’ve cried over you, laughed at your squirming, but most of all loved you. If you ever want to find me, please do. I’ve included the information I think you could use to locate me. But if you don’t, I get that too. I hope you have a great life filled with parents who can give you everything you’ve ever wanted.
Please never think I don’t love you because I don’t think I’ve ever loved anything more. It’s my loved filled heart that helped guide me to your parents.
Love,
Trey Michaels
I pass the note to Aunt Holly and sigh. Could she be right? Could he really not have known Chloe was his daughter?
