But his question about leaving with Theo kind of stumps me. My eyes widen slightly. I’ve only lived here four days. Josh hasn’t asked me permission for anything before, and Atlas and I haven’t really laid ground rules. “Yeah, sure. But let your brother know where you are.”
I really don’t think Atlas will mind. Now that we live together, we’re going to have to tackle things like this when itcomes to Josh and Emerson. Who parents who, when, how. It’s kind of exciting. I like figuring out life with Atlas.
My mother still hasn’t returned with Emerson yet, so once Josh and Theo have left, the house is quiet and empty for the first time since we moved in. I’ve never been here alone before. I spend my alone time walking through rooms, looking in cabinets, familiarizing myself with my new house.
My new house.That’s fun to say.
I go out back and sit in a chair on the deck, staring over the backyard. It’s the perfect backyard for a garden. Almost unheard-of for a place this far into the city. It’s like Atlas searched for a house specifically for the perfect garden space just in case I ever came back into his life. I know that’s not at all why he chose this house, but it’s fun imagining he did it for that reason.
My phone rings, startling me. It’s Atlas returning an earlier call with a video chat.
“Hi.”
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“Picking out a spot for my garden. Josh wanted to stay over with Theo, so I let him go. I hope that’s okay.”
“Of course it is. Did they help you at all?”
“Yeah, we got most of it done.”
Atlas looks relieved by that. He runs a hand down the side of his face like he’s releasing stress. It looks like it’s been a busy day, but Atlas tucks it away beneath a smile. “Where’s Emerson?”
“My mom is on her way back with her.”
He sighs like he’s sad he couldn’t get a glimpse of her. “I’m starting to miss her,” he says. The words come outsoft and fast, like he’s a little bit scared to admit he’s starting to love my daughter. But I caught his words, and I’m keeping them next to all the other sweet things he’s ever said to me. “I’ll be home in about three hours. Will you be awake?”
“If I’m not, you know what to do.”
Atlas gives his head a little shake, and his mouth ticks up in the corner. “I love you. Be home soon.”
“I love you, too.”
As soon as we end our call, I hear Emerson’s sweet voice, so I immediately turn around. My mother is standing in the doorway holding her. She’s smiling like she caught some of that conversation.
I stand up to grab Emerson from her, and she clings to me. Should be an easy night. When she gets cuddly like this, it means she’s ready to fall asleep. I motion for my mother to have a seat next to me.
“This is cute,” she says.
It’s her first time here. I would show her around, but Emerson is already rubbing her face into my chest, trying to fight her tiredness. I want to give her a chance to fall asleep before I stand up.
“What a magnificent place for a garden,” my mother says. “You think he chose this place on purpose, hoping you’d come back into his life?”
I shrug. “I was actually wondering that myself, but I didn’t want to assume.” I pause, then turn and look at her after her question actually registers.Back into his life?I never told her Atlas was a friend from back in Maine. I just assumed she didn’t remember him.
I assumed she had no idea that the Atlas in my life now was anyone from my past.
She can see the surprise on my face, so she says, “It’s a unique name, Lily. I remember him.”
I smile, but I’m also confused as to why she never brought it up before now. I’ve been dating him for over six months, and she’s been around him a handful of times.
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, though. My mother has always been a little hard to get to open up. I can’t blame her. She spent years with a man who left her no voice, so I’m sure it’s been hard for her to learn how to use it again.
“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” I ask her.
She shrugs. “I figured you would bring it up to me if you wanted me to know.”
“I wanted to, but I didn’t want it to feel awkward for you being around him. Not after what Dad did to him.”