My Love - Bobby & Sophie: A Crossroads Novella (4 page)

“You sure about this, man?” Jason asked, looking at Bobby with disbelief as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on Bobby’s desk.

Bobby nodded in confirmation as he packed up all his personal belongings.

“Wow,” Alex grinned widely at Jason and slapped him on the shoulder. He had decided to follow Jason and Bobby back to the Sloan Construction offices and hang out
all day
after breakfast since he wasn’t back on duty at the fire station until tomorrow. His stepson, Joey, was in school, and his wife, Jamie, was on a shift at the hospital. “That’s gotta hurt, bro. I mean, especially after you were the best man at the wedding. Who would have thought that Seth would move back to town and you’d get kicked to the curb like an old, worn-out couch?”

“It’s not like that,” Bobby replied, defending his decision.

“I know,” Jason said, but Bobby wasn’t so sure his brother actually did
know.

After eight years of working for his family’s business, Sloan Construction, Bobby was finally doing what he wanted to do from his first day on the job—he was quitting. He’d stepped up and done what he’d needed to do for his dad and his brother. Now, he could walk away and know that they would be fine.

Jason had been forced to step in and help out their dad, Bob Sr., after he’d experienced a major heart attack when Bobby had just started his freshman year of high school and Jason had just graduated. Jason had left college and came home, stepping into the role of Vice President. Then, a few years ago, their dad had retired altogether, and Jason had taken over as President and Bobby had moved into the V.P. role. Just last year, he’d resigned from his position. It had been the first action he’d taken towards his goal of getting out of the family business.

Bobby was the youngest of the Sloan boys and Jason was the middle. Seth and Riley had both been in the military when their dad had had his first health scare. Alex, who was two years younger than Jason and two years older than Bobby, had enlisted in the Navy and left town right after graduation. So, when Bobby graduated, after seeing all that Jason had sacrificed not only for Sloan Construction, but also to help their dad with Alex and Bobby when they’d gone through their rebellious high school years, there was no way Bobby could have left him high and dry just because he hated construction work.

Family meant everything to Bobby. He would do anything, sacrifice anything, for them. Bob Sr. had raised five boys practically on his own. Cheryl, the boys’ mom, had left due to mental health issues when Bobby was only two years old. Then, when Bobby was eight, Cheryl had lost her battle with her disease and overdosed. Bobby knew that his father hadn’t had a choice about working long hours on job sites. He’d started his own company to support his family, and that’s exactly what he’d done—support them. Jason hadn’t really had a choice to give up his dreams and come back to help out, and because of that, Bobby hadn’t felt like he had a choice when it came to working here.

But now, Bob Sr. was retired. Jason was the President of Sloan Construction, he was married to the love of his life, Katie, and he seemed happy with the business and his position. He had a great V.P. in Eddie Thomas. Jason was fine. His dad was fine.

“I’ll be around if you have any questions, but Eddie is up to speed on everything,” Bobby said as he handed Jason his expense receipts for the last two weeks.

Jason took them and nodded in resignation. “You know you always have a place here. I honestly don’t know what I would have done without you these last few years. Thank you.”

Bobby felt a small knot forming in this throat from the weight of his brother’s sincere words. Jason was an easygoing guy and although, growing up, Bobby had been closest to Alex mainly because they were so close in age, Jason was really the one brother who had stepped up and taken care of things when their mom had died. Jason was the one who had made sure Bobby had done his homework, brushed his teeth, and knew how to throw a ball and hit someone so that they went down on the first punch. Jason might only be four years older than Bobby, but he really had been like a second father to him.

It was hard for Bobby to express how he felt. Verbal communication had never been his strong suit. But if something needed to be said, he said it. So, even though he wasn’t sure how strong his voice would come out or if it would crack, he said, “I honestly don’t know how I would have gotten through my childhood, my teens without you.”

Jason nodded, and Bobby could see that his words had meant something to his brother. He pulled Bobby into a hug as Alex sniffed and teased, “I feel like such a third wheel in this Taster’s Choice bromance moment.”

Both Jason and Bobby ignored their brother, who was sitting with his legs propped up on Bobby’s desk. After Jason patted Bobby’s back twice, he pulled back, shaking his head.

“I just wish I would have known last week at the company Christmas party. It could have doubled as a goodbye party.”

Bobby stared at his brother with a look that conveyed that a goodbye party would not have been something he wanted.

“I mean, I’m sure the guys would have wanted to say goodbye. That’s all,” Jason explained.

“Harper’s Crossing is not that big. I’m sure I’ll see them around.”

Bobby grabbed the last of his personal items off the desk and looked around the office he’d shared with Jason, and then Eddie, for the last eight years of his life.

“You sure this is what you want to do?” Jason asked, for probably the twentieth time since breakfast this morning.

Bobby nodded. This was exactly what he wanted.

“I
’m fine. Really.” Sophie held the phone to her ear as she tried to channel her inner Meryl Streep while she pushed the front door open and dropped her purse onto the tiled entryway before she practically tripped over her own feet as she rushed down the hallway towards the bathroom.

“Amber and Haley said that they have
never
seen you look so pale. Maybe you should just stop and see your mom before you head out of town.” Katie’s voice sounded strained with worry.

“No, seriously. I was just tired. That’s all.” Sophie purposely kept her voice calm and steady.

She hated that Katie was worried about her. Katie had been like her sister long before they’d technically become sisters-in-law after they had both married a different Sloan boy.

Sophie had moved to Harper’s Crossing when she was six with her mom, Grace, her dad, Mike, and brother, Nick. They’d moved next door to Katie, who had lived with her mom, Pam, and her Aunt Wendy. Katie and Nick had started ‘going out’ almost immediately and Sophie had been Katie’s shadow. Nick and Katie had been together for practically Sophie’s entire childhood…up until Sophie’s life had changed forever the night her brother was in a car accident, which ultimately led to his death several weeks later.

That was when her family, as she’d known it, had fallen to pieces. Her mom was a nurse and her dad was a firefighter. They’d always been amazing parents. Sophie used to really believe that she’d had a perfect family. But, when Nick passed away, everything changed. Her parents stopped—just stopped—living. They had become shells of the people Sophie had needed most. For years, there had been no laughter, no joy, no life in their house.

Sophie had been so lost those years. Her brother was gone. Her parents were, for all intents and purposes, gone, and Katie had left to go to college in California. Therefore, she was gone. If it hadn’t been for her Grandpa J, who had come to live with the Hunters when Sophie was eight, she knew there was a good chance she would’ve rebelled. Acted out. Not because she’d been a bad kid. She’d just been hurting and she hadn’t felt like she’d only lost her brother. She’d felt like she’d lost her parents and her pseudo sister as well. But, thankfully, Grandpa J had been there and he’d made sure Sophie had stayed on the right path while still giving her enough space to grieve and also process the anger, rejection, and loss she’d felt.

“Are you sure? I can pick you up and take you to go see your—”

“No,” Sophie interrupted Katie’s offer. “Bobby’s going to be here soon, and honestly, I am feeling so much better. I took a nap and I am as good as new. I’d better let you go. I still have to pack.”

Sophie
hated
lying in general, but she especially hated lying to Katie. Katie’s nickname was “Sherlock.” If she caught wind that anything was amiss, she’d sniff it out like a bloodhound on the hunt. Katie’s question had effectively boxed Sophie into a corner because there was no way she was going to go to the hospital to see her mom. If she did, she was sure that the first thing her mom would do was run urine and blood tests, and Sophie was planning on doing her own pee test. Actually, several.

“Okay…” Katie hesitated for a moment but then continued. “Well, have fun this weekend. You guys are going to be back in time for the party, right?”

“Yep. We’ll see you Sunday night. Love you! Bye!” Sophie said in a voice as upbeat and perky as she could manage.

“Love you. Bye.” Katie sounded unsure, but Sophie disconnected before Sherlock reared her deductive, clue-gathering head.

Setting the phone down on the counter, Sophie noticed the time and panic rushed through her. Five forty-five.
Crap.
It had taken her so much longer than she’d anticipated to go over to Galena just to buy the
tests
. She traveled forty miles to go to Clingman pharmacy just so she wouldn’t run into anyone that she knew. What would normally have taken her an hour and a half round trip, tops, had ended up taking her three and half hours due to good ol’ Friday traffic. As much as Sophie loved living in a small town, there were definitely drawbacks, and having to travel three towns over to pick up pregnancy tests was definitely one of them.

Sophie ripped the cardboard boxes open with much less care than she normally took to open products. After grabbing the wrapper-encased pee sticks, she tore open the top of each with her teeth and pulled them out. Her hands shook as she pulled her skirt up and her panties that, just a few hours before had been featured in her sext-a-thon, down. Her hands weren’t the only things that were shaking like a leaf either. Her legs felt like they were Jell-O, like all of the muscles in her thighs and calves had decided to take a break and were no longer on the job. Luckily, these tests were definitely of the sit-down variety.

As she felt the solid, cold porcelain beneath her thighs, she tried to relax and hold the first stick between her legs. Then the next… and finally the last. Luckily, she’d had to pee for the last two hours, so taking three tests was no problem.

Her breathing was coming in short, almost painful pants. Sitting in her bathroom, looking at the pale-green walls they’d just painted, the decorative towels that hung on the far side wall with seashell embroidery, Sophie began to feel totally disconnected from this experience. Her head was whirling and time felt as though it were standing still. She had the oddest sensation of feeling like she was about to float away, and at the same time, her limbs were so heavy that she could barely hold herself up.

After finishing what she needed to do, she snapped the plastic covers back over the tips, placed the tests on the top of each of their respective boxes, which were lined up beside the sink, and set the timer on her phone to count down one hundred and eighty seconds. It was pretty convenient that all of the tests’ times were the same—three minutes and she’d have her answer.

Taking a deep breath, Sophie tried to slow her racing, pounding heart, but she didn’t have much luck. It felt like the Running of the Bulls in Pamplona in her chest. Her palms tingled as she felt them grow damp with perspiration. Her throat felt drier than the Sahara desert, and she could feel beads of sweat forming at the back of her neck.

As her eyes darted between the timer and the tests, she heard her inner voice trying to reason with her. There was no way she was pregnant. Since she and Bobby had been together, she’d gotten her birth control shot like clockwork. Her body was probably just tired from all of the travel.

That
had
to be it.

Then another voice piped in, reminding Sophie that she’d never, ever missed a period. Even during stressful times in her life, she’d always been on time. Still, women’s bodies changed. She’d just turned twenty-five. Maybe her body and her hormones were out of whack.

Just as she was starting to settle down, the alarm on her phone sounded loudly, bouncing off the walls in the small, enclosed space. Turning her head in what felt like slow motion, she let her eyes drift down to the test sticks.

The first showed two lines.
Two lines.
The realization that she had no freaking idea what two lines meant struck her like a lightning bolt. Her fingers felt thick and clumsy as she scrambled to pull the instructions out of the box. Her knowledge of pregnancy tests was limited to knowing that she’d needed to pee on the stick. She knew nothing about reading the results. After unfolding the crinkly paper many more times than Sophie really thought was necessary, she skimmed past all of the words and landed straight on the picture showing a stick with one line and a stick with two.