I turn quickly to avoid thinking about how sexy he looks in his torn jeans, army green t-shirt (slightly resembling his G.I. Joe one – minus the letters) that makes his eyes look even more amazing, and his gorgeous hair – still flipping up behind his ears, but now evidently styled to look that way. Grabbing a glass out of the cabinet, I clear my throat – jeez, it’s hot in here. My throat feels like sandpaper.
“Want something to drink?” I ask.
“Nope, I’m good.”
Glass in hand, I make my way to the refrigerator and reach up to pull the door open. Mind obviously on all things Blake, I ram my gauze covered fingers right into the door.
“Ahh!” I scream. Tears immediately find their way to my eyes from the pain. Instinctively, I drop the glass in order to once again clutch my throbbing hand safely against my chest. Glass shatters all over the kitchen floor.
“What happened?”
“Are you okay, Mommy?”
I hear the girls cry out as they run into the kitchen to see what major calamity just occurred. Kyndall’s leading the pack, but when she sees the glass all over the floor, she stops abruptly. This leads to Nycole running straight into the back of her and Rylie running into the back of Nycole. It’s actually a very Three Stooges moment and if my fingers weren’t shooting pain throughout my entire body right now, I would’ve found it hilarious.
Before I can say anything, Blake immediately runs to the girls and herds them out of the kitchen using his arms. I watch Kyndall and Nycole jumping up and down trying to see over them, while Rylie sticks her little head just underneath. Concern etched all over their faces.
“Alex, are you okay?” he shouts over his shoulder as he signals for the girls to stay put.
“Yeah, I’m okay!” But I know I’m not. The tears that started from the pain continue from frustration. Still holding my throbbing hand, I look down at the floor. At the sight of the glass shards that are going to be an absolute bitch to clean up, my lip starts quivering and I know I’m about to lose it. Just as I hear Blake round the corner, I attempt to wipe my face with my hands. I quickly suck in a breath of air as the pain once again shoots up my entire arm.
I look up to see Blake enter the kitchen area. He approaches me with extreme caution. I’m not sure whether it’s because of the glass shards on the floor or because he senses my imminent breakdown. Regardless, at the sight of him my shoulders begin to shake and the tears begin to stream steadily down my cheeks. I immediately look down to the floor in embarrassment. With my eyes lowered, I watch his boots make their way through the sea of glass and stop right by my feet. I’m still looking downward when puts his hand under my chin, and tilts my head back, forcing me to look at him.
“It’s okay, Alex. I’m right here. Everything will be fine,” he says as his worried eyes watch the tears run down my cheeks. He gently puts his hands on each side of my face and wipes the tears away with his thumbs. Then he pulls me closely into his chest, puts his arms gently around my shoulders, and places his chin on the top of my head.
I begin to sob.
He runs circles on my back with one hand while running his other hand over my hair in an effort to calm me. In the midst of my tears, I can’t help but catch a whiff of him. Leather and soap. It’s oddly comforting.
“Shh, it’s okay, Alex. Let it out. It’s been a shit day,” he says with a chuckle, still holding me protectively in his arms.
And with that, I begin laughing.
“It has been a shit day. Thank you for being there to experience every shitty second of it, Blake.” I continue laughing. I have a feeling I am very near my emotional delirium threshold.
Blake pulls back from me and his eyes wander my face. “No problem. That’s what friends are for.”
We stare at each other for a few seconds. I can’t believe this man’s kindness. After everything, he is right here, comforting me.
“Thank you, Blake, for everything. It means a lot that you’re here right now, especially after the way I treated you the last night.”
“Like I said, not a problem.” He ends his statement with a shrug of his shoulders.
We continue to gaze at each other for another second. The look is broken by the sound of three pairs of feet hesitantly making their way back into the kitchen
“Mom, are you okay? It’s been a while. I know Blake told us to stay, but we were worried,” Nycole says, eyeing the closeness between Blake and me.
I look over to see her arms protectively around her sisters, one on each side. Her worried eyes look back at me for reassurance. I release Blake from our embrace and turn to face her. I wipe the remaining tears from my eyes and sniffle. I motion for them to stay where they are. “Yes, baby. I’m fine. I’m just really frustrated because my hand hurts and I can’t do the things I normally do.”
Nycole’s eyes light up. “Well, Mom, it’s a good thing Blake’s here to help. Then you don’t have to do everything like you normally do. You don’t have to be sad anymore.”
I look back at Blake and offer him a sheepish smile, knowing that her words have a much deeper meaning than they sound. And I’m sure that Nycole, as smart as she is, knows this too.
I turn back to Nycole and nod my head, acknowledging that I understand the true meaning of her statement. I then look at the other two and let out a long sigh. “Alright girls, go get the broom and dust pan from the laundry room and bring them to Blake. He’s got a big mess to clean up!” Shrieks and giggles arise again as they all three run out of the room to fetch the broom. I look at Blake and sniffle again, swiping my nose along my shoulder. I move my eyes to the floor. Definitely a big mess.
The thing is… I don’t know if I’m referring to the glass all over the floor or to myself.
Either way, it seems Blake definitely has a very big mess to deal with.
With plenty of help from the girls…who each decide they need to be wearing a pair of my high heels to do so… Blake and I are finally able to declare the kitchen an official “glass free zone”. I walk over to the cabinet to grab another glass, because I’m in desperate need of ibuprofen, when I hear “No!” coming from every person in the house. I turn around to see Blake AND the girls laughing at evidently the most hilarious joke of the twenty-first century, all while giving each other high-fives.
“Hardy-har-har,” I state sarcastically, trying unsuccessfully to hide my own laughter. “You guys are hilarious.” I roll my eyes at them and turn back to the cabinet. Grabbing a glass, I walk over to sink and fill it with water. Placing it on the counter, I grab the ibuprofen bottle and start to open it.
“Did you make sure that you can take those with your pain meds?” I turn around to see Blake standing behind me. He reaches around my body, grabs my water, takes a drink and puts it back down on the counter. Why?
“Um, no I didn’t because I’m not taking the pain meds. I can’t take them with the girls, Blake.” I move the glass of water closer to me.
Blake rakes his hand through his hair, as though he’s scratching his scalp. I can tell he’s frustrated by the tone of his voice. “Alex, you’re going to have to take the meds. You won’t be able to sleep unless you do, trust me.”
“Um, again, no. I’m not taking them, Blake.”
The girls feel the tension in the air and slowly start disappearing from the room. Blake looks at me disapprovingly.
“I told you. I’m here to help. I’ll wake you if anything happens. But the most important thing is that you rest so you can heal,” he says, gesturing towards my fingers.
“Hello! You’re so not sleeping here Blake. Like I really want to explain that to my girls. Plus, I don’t want to keep you from anything you need to be doing. Thank you, but I don’t need you to stay, I’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”