boring sports, or, or just something that’s not about us or about June’s
personal life.”
Her parents were so not into that, and Arabella could tell they probably
had a whole list of questions they’d been percolating down in the basement
suite for the past few weeks. She was a little worried that said list might
contain a heck of a lot more questions than she was ready to answer and
that it might make things extremely awkward for her and June, but her mom
surprised her.
“It has been awfully hot lately, hasn’t it?”
Her dad took it one step further, giving her a soft, knowing smile. “How
about baseball? Does anyone like baseball?”
June jumped at the chance to talk about something that was neutral, and
also somewhat familiar grounds for her. She commented on the weather,
then she talked about the game they’d just been to and rattled off what she
knew about the team because her dad was a baseball fanatic.
Arabella sat quietly, enjoying just listening to June talk, loving the fact
that she hadn’t bailed on her the second her parents knocked on her door.
She hadn’t panicked. She hadn’t run. She’d met the parents and it had gone
okay so far. It was going to go okay. It was all going to be okay.
And now she knew for sure that June wanted kids. Which made her feel
so warm inside, so tender, so blissfully happy, that she was afraid their
beautiful bubble would burst, but then she thought about it and realized they
weren’t in a bubble at all. They were living a very real life and they’d been
as honest with each other as they could be.
June had already seen the worst of her, and she’d already been the worst
version of herself. They’d gotten through that to where they were now and
that was not an easy thing to do. So, no, they weren’t really living in a
bubble. They were being very, very real about everything, taking it slow,
like June said.
Arabella guessed it was more that she was afraid of losing the