38. Wyla

Chapter 38

Later that day, Meredith and her husband Daniel stop by with a ton of apologies and offer to cover all of the medical expenses from the hospital. I'm both shocked and appreciative of the gesture, but Jett and I both agree we aren't going to accept the money.

I don't imagine Daniel will "just hand" any flavor to kids anymore, and really, that's all I need to put this behind us.

I can't say it doesn't sting a little when Jett gets on a plane a few hours after that, but I understand.

Well, I'm doing my best to understand.

Actually, I fucking hate it and wanted to demand he stay another day, at least.

Yeah, Stevie's okay and I know he knows it bothers me, so he said he was sorry. I get it's his job… but damn it, does he have to leave so soon?

I've wanted to say my peace about it all week since he's been gone, but over the phone feels wrong so I've pushed all my feelings down for now. We're leaving for Seattle tomorrow and I can't imagine they'll stay that way much longer.

I get in my car after my official last day working at the vet clinic. It's bittersweet, they threw me a little party and everything. Even though Jett told me I don't have to work in Seattle there's no way I can't do anything. I did agree on waiting a few months until we could get a babysitter we're comfortable with and I can get my license switched over.

My parents asked if they could keep Stevie for tonight and there's no way I could say no considering we're moving nearly three thousand miles away tomorrow.

After changing out of my scrubs, I'd love nothing more than to crawl in the bed but I know it will stress me out tomorrow trying to get our stuff packed in my car while Stevie's running around. I know I can't get all of it in there now because I'll need some in the morning but I could manage some suitcases.

I've got three suitcases we're taking to start and have them set in the living room. I go ahead and open the front door so I don't have to worry about that. Pulling up the handle for the biggest one, I take it out and set it in my trunk .

Outside, Poppy has happy paws next to me thinking we're going for a ride. "Sorry, Pops." I pet her head. "No ride today, but that does remind me. I need your bag too."

Running back inside, I know I need to get the dog bag out of my room before I forget so I do that first. I grab the duffle off the floor and Poppy lets out a bark. "Don't you bark at—"

"Hey, baby girl." Jett leans against my door frame. "You know you should really keep this door closed. Anybody could walk—"

He doesn't get to finish his sentence because my lips have a mind of their own and as soon as I saw him I had to kiss him.

His hands find my face and he kisses me harder. Spinning me around, he pushes me against the frame before pulling back. "Happy to know you're not that mad at me."

"I wasn't mad, I just…" Jett's narrow as I start my sentence. "Okay, I was mad."

The corners of his mouth turn up. "I know, Wy."

With all the excitement of seeing him, I kind of forgot that he's supposed to be pitching in a game tonight—in a completely different state. "What are you doing here, anyway? I mean I'm not complaining but I thought we had a plan for tomorrow? "

This time a full smile crosses his face. "Plans change. Come on, I want to show you our new plan."