Lynn walked back outside after she finished her
phone call and looked around confused. Justin and
Abby were nowhere to be seen and J.C. was holding
a crying Brayden trying to comfort him. “What’s
going on? Where’s Justin and Abby?”Lynn
questioned the guys who all stood around looking a
little dumbfounded. “Well Justin kissed Abby and
then he ran off and then she yelled something at
J.C. about watching Brayden and ran home in
tears.”Chris said. “What? Oh I’m going to kill that
boy.”Lynn grumbled as she made her way back
inside to find Justin. Lynn walked into
Justin’s room to find him lying on his bed a pained
and confused look in his face. “Justin what’d you
do?”Lynn asked as she sat down on the bed beside
him. “I don’t know she bumped into me and she
just look so cute all flustered like that I couldn’t
help myself I wanted to kiss her and so I did, and
then I realized that I’m supposed to be mad at her
so I had to get out of the kitchen before anything
else happened.”Justin sighed looking up at his
mom. “Honey, you don’t have to be mad at her. I
mean if you are that’s okay, but if you aren’t then
you’re not and you shouldn’t try to act like you
because you think you should be.”Lynn said. “I
mean I think I am. I just can’t believe that she
would just leave like she did, but every time I’m
with her I can’t seem to stay mad at her and that
makes me pissed at myself.”Justin groaned as he
pulled a pillow over his face. Lynn smiled
“Sweetheart don’t be upset with yourself because
you can’t stay mad at her, there’s a reason for that.
Why don’t you try talking to her and working
through everything. I think you’ll feel a lot better
about the situation.”Lynn said as Justin peeked at
her from under the pillow. “I don’t know.”Justin
sighed. “I think you will both feel better about the
whole situation if you just put everything aside for a
minute and talk about it.”Lynn said and then got up
and walked out of the room leaving Justin to his
thoughts. Justin knew his mom was right,
but that didn’t mean he wanted to listen to her.
Finally Justin sighed and got up to go back
downstairs. Justin walked back outside and saw
Chris playing football with Brayden and Abby was
nowhere to be seen. “Hey guys where’d Abby
go?”Justin asked sheepishly. “She went home.”J.C.
said dryly giving Justin a disapproving look that he
ignored. “Hey Brayden let’s go see momma.”Justin
said calling Brayden over. “Okay but I don’t think
she’s in a good mood.”Brayden said running over to
Justin. “Yeah I know.”Justin sighed as he and
Brayden started to walk across the yard. Brayden
led Justin into the house and into the living room to
find it empty. “Will you take me up to her
room?”Justin asked feeling stupid asking his four
year old son for help, but Brayden just shrugged
and started up the stairs with Justin following closely
behind him. Brayden just pointed to the door and
then said “I’m gonna go play in my room if that’s
okay?” “Yeah, that’s fine.”Justin smiled at him as
he trotted back down the hall then knocked lightly
on the door in front of him. “Mom I don’t
want to talk about it for the last time.”I yelled and
buried my face deeper into the covers. “It’s not your
mom, it’s me.”Justin timidly said as he cracked the
door and peeked in. “What do you want?”I
mumbled refusing to look at him and let him know
how much him walking away from me after that kiss
affected me. “Can we talk?”Justin asked slowly
making his way into the room. “You’re going to stick
around long enough to talk?”I mumbled
sarcastically still not looking up at him. I suddenly
felt the bed shift under Justin’s weight as he sat
down beside me. “I deserved that” Justin sighed
“but seriously can we talk for a minute.”Justin
asked placing his hand on my back. “Fine.”I sighed
as I sat up to look at him. Justin brought his thumb
up and wiped the few remaining tears off my face
and pulled me into him chest hugging me. I sighed
as I breathed in his scent and finally relented and
let him hold me as I clung to him. “I’m sorry. I’m
so sorry.”Justin mumbled into my hair as he rocked
me back and forth. “I just don’t understand why.”I
said looking up at him fighting back tears. “I’ve just
been really confused and I think I thought I should
be mad about you for leaving but I couldn’t actually
bring myself to be mad at you and so every time I
was around you all I wanted to do was be with you
and I scolded myself for it.”Justin sighed as I just
looked at him willing him to continue. “I wanted to
kiss you. Every time we get close I want to kiss you,
but I felt like you owed me something and I didn’t
want to give in to you, but the fact is I can’t stay
away from you and I’m not mad at you.”Justin
sighed wiping the tears off my cheeks that spilled
out of my eyes. “So you don’t hate me?”I asked
looking down not able to meet his eyes. Justin
chuckled and put his finger under my chin to lift my
head until I was looking up at him. “I could never
hate you Abigail.”Justin smiled as he leaned down
and placed a soft simple kiss on my lips. He pulled
away and grinned at me and I slowly let a smile
spread across my face. “So what’s this mean?”I
shyly asked. Justin just grinned at me and said
“Well every time I see you I want to do this.”Justin
said as he leaned in and kissed me again this time
a little longer and slower. Finally he slowly pulled
away and finished “So I think that we should try this
out and see how things go.”Justin said searching
my eyes for an inclination of my thoughts. “Are you
sure?”I asked my voice raspy. This is what I had
wanted for the past five years since I left and now
he was sitting here telling me he wanted it too. It
was all too good to be true. “I’m positive.”Justin
whispered capturing my lips with his again. I
wrapped my arms up around Justin’s neck allowing
myself to get lost in the kiss and savor every
second of it. Justin started to pull away and I
reluctantly followed staring up into his eyes. Justin
smiled “Why don’t we put Brayden to bed and then
continue this?”Justin suggested as he stood up and
offered me his hand to help me up. I smiled at him
and nodded as we walked out of the room hand in
hand.