My Kind of Love (Finding Love 1)

But as the acrid smoke from the explosions billows in the air and the sounds of machine guns firing overhead fills my ears, a horrible feeling roils in my gut: Maybe it’s a good thing I didn’t promise Micaela I would be coming home…

Micaela

“That’s it,” Dad says, setting the nightstand on the floor. “You’re the only person I know who could put a house together in less than a week.”

Bentley laughs, placing the lamp on top. “She’s a woman on a mission.”

“I just want it to be perfect,” I tell them. I also needed something to keep me distracted. I haven’t heard from Ryan in seven days. He’s not due to return until technically tomorrow, but this is the longest we’ve gone without talking since he left, and it’s eating away at me. My mind can’t stop questioning if he’s okay, why he hasn’t found a way to contact me. If he’s due to return tomorrow, shouldn’t he already be on his way? And if that’s the case, he should’ve been able to message or call me. But he hasn’t. Not a single word.

“And it is,” my mom assures me, handing RJ over to me. “The home looks gorgeous. The pictures you hung up in the living room are beautiful.”

“Thank you.” I blew up nine pictures of Ryan, RJ, me, and our families and had them printed in black and white. I hung them up in black wood picture frames behind the couch. Not wanting to spend too much of Ryan’s money, I only bought the essentials for now: living room and dining room furniture, as well as a crib for RJ, so I could keep the one he’s using now at my parents’ place in case they ever need it. The rest of his stuff I brought here. Kayla and Bentley said I could bring Ryan’s furniture from their guesthouse here for the master bedroom. My mom helped me pick up the little things we’ll need like towels, a mop, and a vacuum. Since the house was in move-in condition, all it took was having the guys help move all the heavy stuff in.

“Are you planning to sleep here tonight?” Mom asks, her brows dipping together in what looks like concern.

“I was… Is there a reason I shouldn’t?”

“No.” She sighs. “I just can’t believe my baby is moving out.”

“I’m not even a half-mile away.” I playfully roll my eyes. “I can stand outside, and if I scream loud enough, you’ll be able to hear me.”

Bentley chuckles, but Dad doesn’t dare laugh. Mom glares. “Be nice.” She embraces me. “I guess I should be grateful it’s only a half-mile.”

I swallow thickly at her words, as I remember my plan—before I found out I was pregnant. San Diego University. Scripps. I applied and got in. But then I found out I was pregnant with RJ, so I temporarily deferred. Eventually I’ll have to decide—

“Bentley!” Kayla screams, rushing into the house.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, grabbing her shaky hands in his own to comfort her. “Kayla…”

Her eyes dart over to RJ and me. He’s busy playing with the necklace Ryan gave me. He loves to put it in his mouth. Her eyes lock with mine and my stomach drops. I know that look. It’s the look my mom gave me the day Ian died.

No. This can’t be happening. Not again.

“Kayla,” Bentley prompts, not catching on.

“Is he dead?” I ask bluntly, needing her to rip the Band-Aid off.

Mom gasps, coming to my side.

“Is he?” I repeat. “Is Ryan dead?”

“Enough!” Bentley barks. “He’s not dead.”

Tears race down Kayla’s face. “We don’t know. A base in Afghanistan was attacked. Several were injured and a few were killed. That’s all they’re saying right now. I tried to text him, but—”

“That doesn’t mean anything,” Bentley argues. “He doesn’t always respond.”

“He went to a different base to do something,” I inform her and Bentley. “He said it was too high up. No service. I haven’t heard from him in a week. He was supposed to be home tomorrow.”

“Oh, Micaela,” Mom coos, approaching me carefully like I’m a rabid animal.

“I need to be alone,” I tell them.

“Honey,” Dad starts.

“Please.” I swallow the lump in my throat, refusing to lose it.

“Do you want me to take RJ?” Mom offers.

“No.” I clutch him tighter to me. “Can you let me know if you hear anything?” I ask Kayla.

“Yes.” She nods, wiping her tears. “Maybe it wasn’t even the base he’s at. There are so many over there.”

I shake my head, already knowing it was his base. Otherwise I would’ve heard from him. I always hear from him. There’s only one reason why I wouldn’t hear from Ryan—if he couldn’t communicate.

I can feel it in my gut, in my heart. We were so damn close. “I need to be alone,” I repeat, pushing everyone away. I can tell they don’t want to leave me like this, but I can’t do this with them. Not a-fucking-gain.