Pieces of Me Pua Ramona (read me a book txt) 📖

me, but loves my little girl as if she’s his own. Which makes the thought of leaving here harder for me to bear, but I push that to one side of my mind. Today is not the day. He hands Emma her sweets and helps me with my coat. “I got your phone and purse Babe,” he says.

Emma walks out of the door and I reach for his hand. He stops and looks at me. “I love you.” I say and he smiles a smile that is only for me.

“I love you more,” he says back. He makes sure to lock the door and then laces his fingers through mine. “Are you ready?” he asks.

Inhale. Exhale. “I’m ready.” I tell him as he double checks both mine and Emma’s seatbelts before we leave for the church. I sigh, because he has his hands wrapped around my heart.

Chapter Sixty-Seven

Eli

It’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve been home from the hospital, and it’s been an amazing two weeks if I’m being honest. The first day back home, I was close to shitting myself because Sina was all packed up and ready to head over to her parent’s place. I didn’t want them to leave, because I wanted them to stay with me forever, so I asked her to stay here instead. She didn’t question or doubt me so she agreed without arguing or asking me for an explanation about why I wanted them to stay. What can I say? I’ve gotten used to having them around. I wanted them to be my family, but it never came up because we were either resting, or trying to help out with the funeral preparations so we’ve just never gotten around to having that conversation. I was planning on asking her and Emma to move in with me permanently. But if they planned on going back to New York, I was going to make sure that my ass was on the plane with them. I definitely wasn’t planning on letting them go anywhere without me, and if that made me look like a creepy stalker then that’s fine.

Today we are finally having Micah’s memorial service and I think the Peterson family are ready to lay him to rest. After everything that has happened, we decide to cremate baby Elijah so we can bury him with his uncle. After Sina told me about her little meeting with her father, Micah, and my dad it made it easier for me to agree on taking this step with our son. We are both at peace with our decision. I was at peace with life.

“Whatever plans you both have for your son, we’ll all support it, and if that means burying his ashes with your brother then I will help you guys in any way that I can” Miss Rita had said when we told her of our intentions, and that alone took a lot of stress off of Sina because she needed it to happen this way. Today's memorial is not only for Micah, it’s also for our son. I was afraid that today was going to be hard on both my girls, but they have surprised me with how accepting they both are with what today means for all of us.

On our way to the church, I can’t get the conversation that I overheard them having this morning in the guest bedroom that now belongs to Emma. I’m excited to know that Emma is willing to stay here for good, and she made me so proud of her when she told her mama that it didn’t matter what decision Sina made, Emma was going to go with her. I guess I’ll have to wait until everything is over with today before I can talk to them both about our plans as far as being together goes. We have two choices. They’re either going to move in with me, or I’m going to go back to New York with them. There is no way I’m going to let my girls just leave. Nope that isn’t going to happen. The three of us together make sense. Emma has me wrapped around her finger. I say that because she’s a respectful, funny, caring, and loving little girl. She even helps out a lot around the house as well. And when she’s with her dad, she makes sure that she texts or calls us to make sure that we’re okay. If Sina and I are going to have more babies, I know that Emma would be the best big sister ever.

I love her just as much as I love her mother, I just never told her because I didn’t want to make her feel weird. But when she told me that she loved me before we left home, I almost lost it. I wasn’t sure if the feelings were mutual, but to hear it out of her own mouth made me love her more as my own little girl. Being able to tell Sina that I love her, and how easily she tells me that she loves me makes things a lot more real between us. I just have one thing to do and that is to find the nerve to ask her to stay, and make her my wife. That thought alone makes my heart do some crazy shit, and I fucking love it. My girls are pretty quiet on our way to the church. I take a quick look and see Emma eating the rest of her cupcake while Sina has her head leant against the window with her eyes closed.

“We’re almost there girls,” I say breaking the silence.

“I ate too much,” Emma says rubbing her stomach in the backseat.

“That’s what you get for not sharing,” Sina cackles, making me chuckle at the two of them.

“Sweetheart, I’m sure your mother has something for you to take to make your belly ache go away” I say to Emma, looking at