Broken Bond by C.J. Primer
Chapter 40
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CALLUM
I don’t typically get nervous. Agitated and pissed off, sure. Annoyed, definitely. But nervous? It’s not a frequent state for me, at least it wasn’t until recently.
Since I returned from the mission, it’s like
I’ve lived in a constant state of
apprehension. Coming clean about my past and trying to win Nessa back came with a heavy dose of nerves, as did confronting Troy, but after successfully navigating all of that, I thought I was finally in the clear. Troy was exiled last week. Nessa has remained by my side, and we’re closer than ever. I can’t remember a time when I’ve been more at peace that I have been this week, but now here I am again, a fumbling, uneasy bundle of nervous energy as I walk with Nessa up to the front door of her family’s house.
“You’ve already won me over, but now you
have to win my parents.”
That’s what Nessa said when she invited me to this dinner, and my anxiety has been on overdrive since. I’ve never been great with parents, and the thought of coming face to face with these people after I abandoned
their daughter and broke her heart has me feeling physically ill. Sure, we’re back together now, but that doesn’t undo my past mistakes. Nessa may be giving me a clean slate, but I doubt her parents will be as forgiving.
“You ready?” Nessa asks, pausing with her hand on the knob of the front door and looking back at me with an encouraging smile.
I blow out a breath, nodding slowly. “Ready as I’ll ever be,” I mumble past the lump in my throat.
She leans in, cupping my jaw in a palm and brushing her lips against mine. “You’ll be fine,” she reassures. Her touch and scent
send a wave of calm rushing through me, but then Nessa twists the knob to open the front door and I follow her inside, stepping into a scene that can only be described as
utter chaos.
Right after I step over the threshold, a hockey puck flies at my head and I bob out of
the way at the last second, my head whipping around to see it collide with the
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“Marco, Matias!” Nessa calls sharply, turning a glare on a set of pre-teen identical twins running through the foyer with
hockey sticks clutched in their hands. “You know the rules,” she admonishes.
“Yeah, yeah,” one of them sighs, rolling his eyes as he skids to a stop. “Not in the house.”
“Exactly,” she tuts, stooping down to pick the puck up off the floor. She hands it back to the kid and ruffles the top of his dark hair, much to his chagrin. “You’d better go put those sticks back in the garage before Mom
and Dad see.”
The twins scamper away, groaning, and a high-pitched yell draws my attention to the stairs, my eyes widening when I see a blur of motion as a younger boy shoots down them riding atop a red plastic sled. He picks up so much speed by the time he reaches the bottom that he goes crashing into the wall opposite the stairs with a loud thump, laughing hysterically when he lands in heap on the floor.
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Nessa rushes over to help him up, her eyes wide with concern. “Raf, are you okay?!”
“That was awesome!” another young boy calls from the top of the stairs, jumping up and down excitedly. “Bring it back up, I wanna try!”
Nessa whips around, glaring up at him and pointing a finger. “Absolutely not! No more sledding down the stairs.”
The real-life crash dummy- Raf, apparently
– is still laughing like he just had the ride of his life. “Lucas, you have to try it!”
“No,” Nessa repeats, confiscating the sled from him as soon as he picks it up off the floor. “Go wash up for dinner, little
menace.” She shoos him away with a pat on the back, then pulls open the door of a small coat closet and stuffs the sled inside to hide it.
“Mom!” a shrill voice calls out, followed by a very angry looking teenage girl stomping into view from the upstairs hallway. “Mia got into my makeup again!” She freezes when she looks down and sees me standing in the foyer, her face flushing with
embarrassment before she whips around and runs out of sight.
“Did not!” a tiny voice replies defensively, and I turn to see a little girl in a bright pink dress skipping into the foyer, the evidence of her lie all over her face in the form of a truly awful makeup application. She lights up
when she sees Nessa, her face splitting into a
wide smile. “Ness!” she squeals, running up to her and launching herself into her arms.
“Hey, little one,” Nessa laughs, scooping up the small girl and balancing her on a hip. You know you’re not supposed to be playing in Elena’s makeup.”
“I wasn’t,” she protests, but then Nessa
gives her a hard look that has her heaving
a
sigh and coming clean. “I only used a little
bit. I wanted to look like Princess Aurora.”
Nessa shakes her head, an amused giggle slipping from her lips.
The little girl in her arms suddenly spots me, brown eyes widening as she points a finger in my direction. “Who are you?”
and Nessa
this is my littlest sister,
your boyfriend?” Mia asks
((
incredulously.
her sister down. “Go
I’ll tell you all about him. Use the makeup wipes in the cabinet under the
delight, rushing off in a blur
warned you that my house can be a little crazy
sighs, rolling her eyes as she steps closer and reaches
brow,
We’ve been through a lot of shit lately, but since we came out of it, she’s been laughing more and more. It’s quickly becoming my favorite
to lead me from the foyer into
That twitchy, nervous feeling sets in again
the living room. floor, making our way to
the
Nessa’s house. It feels like a real
My own house was always devoid of all that, cold and empty like
its
platters of food over to the table. Mrs. Diaz is bopping along to an old Billy Joel song blaring from a small speaker that effectively drowns out the noise emanating from the rest of the house. Nessa
give her a once-over. “We’ve missed you, Mija.” He lifts his head to glance in my direction, greeting me with a tight nod.
sir,” I say politely, forcing the words past the tightness in
throat.
me with a stern look.
to have a talk, son.”
stomach bottoms out, a cold
washing over me.
get through dinner first?” Nessa sighs, stepping closer
my hand again.
a stoic expression. He looks to me again,
finish getting the
dropping Nessa’s hand and following her dad to the sliding glass door off the kitchen, my heart racing
say I’m dreading this would be an understatement. I’m not easily intimidated, but standing out here looking at Nessa’s father, my guts are so twisted up that I feel like I’m two seconds away from leaning forward and puking all over
over my face, because he gives me a tight smile as he moves closer, clapping a hand down on my shoulder and leaning
I wanted to say so many times, but now that I’m standing here across from Nessa’s father with his tight-set jaw and sharp expression, all the words are
up in
shuffling my
she’s giving me another chance, and I plan to spend the rest of my life making it up to her. I won’t hurt
between you and my daughter. Vanessa’s a good girl, and I trust her. That means trusting
she’s doing.” He heaves a sigh, sidestepping to a wooden patio chair
movements are jerky as I follow his cue, dropping down into the chair
provides.” A few months later, she got pregnant. We were still kids ourselves, we had no idea what we were going to do with a child of our own. And then Vanessa came along.” His lips pull into a smile, his eyes twinkling with adoration at the mention of his daughter. Ever since she was born, she’s been the light of our lives. So kind and
in agreement, glancing toward the kitchen through the glass patio doors. Nessa is grinning, talking
(C
Just looking at her, at the beautiful smile on
Díaz continues, and my gaze snaps back to him.
is stressful,
We didn’t run just
swallow past the lump in my throat, my fingers tightening on the wooden armrests
the patio
thing you can do in a relationship,” he says, leaning forward and pinning
anywhere,” I grind out. “I
dad nods slowly, leaning back in his chair and crossing an ankle over his knee. ” Good. Because
confidently. “I know
Diaz interrupts. “It’s human
as long as you learn from them. I’m not going to hold yours against you, as long as you take good care of
in doing so, I’m trusting you with my baby girl. Don’t make me regret
shake of my head. “I promise. Nessa is the best thing
easy smile slides across his face in response. “Good. I’ll hold you to that.” He pushes up from his chair, signaling the end of
steps closer. ” For trusting me with your daughter. I won’t let
I’d recoil
on me. He’s a good man, a good father. Something I wish I’d had. Sometimes I
if he’s reading my mind, Mr. Diaz pauses before opening the door to head back inside. “I heard about what happened over in
with your parents’ exile. Just know that Lia and I are here for you if you ever need
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an
forming behind my
say again. “I appreciate it.”
offers me a warm smile, pulling the sliding glass door open and ushering me back inside. As we enter, Ness immediately shoots me a look as if to ask if I’m good, and
my own father
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to me, taking my hand and pressing a soft kiss
complete peace washes
my
waist and whispering something in her ear, and then they both look our way,
my future with Nessa, and damnit if I’m not looking forward
running around and causing mayhem. I slip an arm around Nessa’s waist, tucking her into my side,
slowly.
wanted, deep down, but never let myself imagine. I never believed it could really happen
with Nessa’s family resembled the
chaos that we walked into when we arrived. The two younger boys kept flicking spoonfuls of mashed
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