He sat back down, not moving his eyes from Trevor.
“Sorry,” I said, looking over to him. My eyes widened at what I saw. He was a mixture of Ty and Charlie but with a smattering of gray hair.
“Hi?” I whispered, seeing Eli standing behind him holding Ty’s hand. My eyes connected with Ty’s, looking for reassurance.
“Well?” Trevor smirked and stepped closer, “Am I gonna get a hug?” He opened his arms wide and Ty’s nod of encouragement had me stepping forward.
I wasn’t used to all of this touching. It was so foreign to me but I was slowly starting to like it. His arms wrapped around me, enveloping me in his fatherly hug. He was tall, not as tall as Ty and Charlie, but still tall which meant he towered over me.
“So nice to meet ya.” He stepped back and looked down at Eli. “Got a great boy there,” he said, nodding to him.
“Thanks,” I whispered. Clearing my throat, I replied. “so do you.”
“Yeah, he’s alright I suppose.” He chuckled and slapped Ty on the back. “Now! Where is my food, woman? I’m wasting away here!” Leaving with a wink, he headed into the kitchen.
“Wasn’t so bad, huh?” Ty moved forward, wrapping his arms around me while Eli leaned on Monty where he was now lying down, his eyes drooping closed.
I looked around properly now, not having the chance to when I first came in. The walls were lined with pictures of Ty and Charlie. In the middle of the main wall sat a picture, bigger than the rest and the only one in a different frame. It was clear that this one meant the most to Elena and Trevor.
A woman was stood in the center with Charlie behind her, his hands on her clearly pregnant stomach and Ty stood next to them in his forces uniform.
“That’s a lovely picture,” I said, pointing over to it.
Ty smiled and turned to see which picture I was pointing to. His face dropped when he realized which picture. Clearing his throat, he said, “Dinner done yet?”
Frowning at him, I turned to Eli. “Sweetie, go and see if Elena and Trevor need any help.”
“Okay, mama.” He stood up and went running into the kitchen.
“Ty?” His eyes were still focused on the picture. “Ty?”
“Huh?” He pulled back, looking at me with wide eyes. “What?”
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing,” he said, trying to shrug me off. But I wouldn’t let him, he’d promised not to do that.
“Ty…don’t keep things from me.”
“Really?” He chuckled. “You keep things from me. You still haven’t opened up about Max.” His eyes blazed with a mixture of sadness and anger.
“Ty-”
“No, forget it.” He huffed, scrubbing his hands up and down his face. “Shit! I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine,” I mumbled. Not wanting to admit how much he’d hit home with what he had said.
He was right, I still hadn’t told him about Max. It wasn’t like I wasn’t ready, because I was. It was finding the right time to broach the subject, getting into that head space took so much energy, energy that I didn’t want to waste. But I knew I had to at some stage.
“Ty-”
“Just forget it,” he said cutting me off a second time, trying to walk past me. Grabbing onto his arm to stop him, I moved closer. He wasn’t going to do that, not to me, he needed to listen to what I was saying.
He looked down at his arm and then back up to my eyes.
“I’m trying to tell you that I’m ready.”
“You’re ready?” he asked wide eyed.