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Thirty-Five

Reign

I’m sorry.

I furrow my eyebrows while looking at the text that Star sent.

It makes me nervous because what on earth can he be sorry for?

I texted him back, asking why but no response.

So, for the past thirty minutes, I’ve been anxiously waiting for Killian and Papa to arrive home as Baba, and I talk.

Right now, she is explaining to me how everything happens for a reason.

Like how our whole lives are basically planned ahead for us.

Everyone has a destiny and eventually you’ll find out what that is but until then, you’re just walking around on the earth just living and breathing.

But all this talk about destiny and fate isn’t helping me get my mind off Killian or Star.

Up until Star’s message, I’ve been having a smile on my face, feeling great because Killian’s opening up more and everyday feels like a dream, almost too good to be true.

He already knows so much about me while I didn’t even know what his favorite movie is.

His favorite movie is Jumanji which is such a classic. That was his favorite movie as a child as well as Marvel movies.

I learned that deep down Killian is such a nerd.

Whether it be about his favorite movies, cars, or just random psychological facts he knows.

I wish I could spend more time with Killian, and he could be welcomed in the house.

I asked Killian if he would want to do anything else but work for his family and he said he can’t think of anything that would make him happier.

Talking to him about that made me wonder if Killian would ever go back to his family or if he will eventually leave.

What is his plan for his family?

What’s his plan for us?

“What are you thinking so hard about my sweet girl?” Baba asks and I look up at her, blushing, because I can’t help it. “It’s that Killian boy, isn’t it?” Baba asks, a smirk sneaking up on her face.

I smile and shake my head lightly. “You and your crazy theories, Baba.”

“They aren’t crazy. A grandmom knows.”

No, my Baba isn’t crazy. She 100% knows along with everyone else in the house most likely. I know Baba has liked Killian since day one because I would always catch her staring at him or whenever Killian and I were together she would smile at us.

“Yea,” I say softly, looking at my hands nervously.

“Killian makes you happy. I missed that smile on your face.”

“I always smile,” I say, defending myself.

“Not like this.”

She’s right.

I can’t even deny it with the blush on my cheeks.

I can’t even deny it when she sees me staring at Killian from across the room.

I can’t deny the glow that’s on my face when our eyes connect.

He makes me feel like a little school girl with a school crush.

No one has ever made me feel like this.

The front door opens, and I hear grunting.

My stomach feels like it’s about to drop especially when I feel anxiety running through my veins, wondering what happened.

When wheezing follows, Baba and I stand up from the table and run towards the foyer. We immediately see my dad holding his stomach as he tumbles inside the house.

We run over to him before he falls to the floor. Blood covers his hand and drenches his black muscle shirt.

My eyes go to the door, waiting for Killian to appear and explain what the hell is going on.

I’m anticipating him, waiting for him to just show up and make everything better.

“Papa, what happened?” I ask him as Baba, and I carry him to the kitchen where the first-aid kit is. Baba calls an ambulance as I help him.

“Killian,” Papa says before his eyes fall shut.

My mind immediately goes back to the text.

The one where Star apologizes.