I don't know how long I waited in that bathroom, but it was a long time. I sat there thinking about all the things Hunter told me. I also thought about what I had told him. I realized now that the love I had for Keven wasn't the same kind of love that I had for Hunter. Not that I was thinking that Hunter and I could be together, but I had to be fair to Keven. I needed to let Keven go. I would talk with him as soon as I returned to Florida. After hearing what Hunter was going through, I wasn't going to be married to a man that I didn't love in that way. This was going to be tough. I did love Keven's family very much and Keven and I had been so good to each other, but it wasn't fair. I had to let him go. If I truly loved him, I wouldn't have slept with Hunter.
My god, I still can't believe I slept with Hunter. It's not like in the last ten years I've been a saint or anything. I've had my share of failed relationships, but no one has ever made my body feel the things that Hunter has. It's like we were made for each other. We fit together so good and we were so comfortable together. Finally, Hunter came back and opened the bathroom door. I sat there on the floor. He came over and put his hand out to mine. "Tim is downstairs. I need you to get dressed. I don't want to confuse him." Hunter said. I nodded at him and Hunter handed me the clothes from earlier. I slipped them on and tried to brush out my hair. "I'll meet you downstairs." He said. He seemed a little frustrated. I didn't want to upset him.
I threw the clothes on and headed down the stairs. The rain had let up and the garage door was opened. I saw Tim playing outside the door splashing in some water puddles. I found Hunter sitting on a couple of tires watching Tim play. I walked over to him and he looked up at me and smiled. "Hey you." He said. I walked over to him.
"Is everything okay?" I asked him. He took a deep breath.
"Yeah, it's fine. Just the same old shit." He said. I wasn't sure what he was talking about, but I didn't question him.
"I need to get back to the motel. My mother is probably worried about me." I said. Hunter looked up at me.
"When do you leave?" He asked.
"I go home Friday, but my mom is moving back here." I said. His eyes lit up a little.
"When is she doing that?" He asked.
"Now, we actually get to go to her new place in the morning. All of her stuff will be showing up then. I'm staying long enough to help her get settled." I said.
"You never told me if you loved him or not." Hunter said. It caught me off guard.
"Who?" I asked.
"Your fiance." He said. I took a deep breath.
"What I know right now is, its you I love." I said. He kept his eyes on mine. I walked up to him and kissed his forehead as I left.
The next morning we hoped in the car and my mother drove us to her new home. It was an adorable little home, with the ocean as her back yard. "Mom it's perfect." I said, as we stepped out of the car.
"Do you like it?" She asked me.
"I think its wonderful." I said. One of my most favorite things in the whole world is the ocean. The moving truck showed up as we reached the house. My mother unlocked the door and we went inside. Its not a big house with two bedrooms and two bathrooms. The kitchen was big and open with double doors that lead out to the ocean. I couldn't of thought of a better place to live. I was in love with her new home. She also had a hot tub that sat on the back porch.
The oceans in Florida were much different from the ones in Oregon. My heart belonged to the oceans here in Oregon. While the beaches in Florida stay hot and sunny. Most of the time here in Oregon, the oceans stay mysteriously and cool. There was always a mist and a majority of the time a cloud cover. You would think I would preferred the sunny beaches, but you would be wrong. Today was actually a nice day. The sun was up and there was a nice breeze. I walked out towards the water. I looked at all the woods around us. I took a deep breath as I realized my life was in Florida. My home was there, my business was there, but my heart was not. My heart was here in the hands of Hunter. I just didn't know what I was going to do. I stood out there for a few more minutes when I heard someone walk up behind me.
"Its beautiful out here, don't you think?" My mother asked me. I turned and smiled at her and then looked back at the water. "You know you can come home whenever you want to." She said.
"It's just not that easy mom." I said.
"I know you don't love Keven." She said. I turned to face her.
"Why do you say that?" I asked her.
"Because if you did. You wouldn't of been with Hunter yesterday." She said. "I know who you are Chloe, and your not that type of woman." She said.
"Oh mom, I'm so confused. Hunters life is such a mess and I don't even know what to do about mine." I said.
"How does Hunter feel about all of this?" She asked me.
"To tell you the truth, I'm not really sure. He has his son to worry about and he is still married. He told me he doesn't love Tracy, but I still don't know where he stands." I said.
"Maybe you should talk with him. Find out what he wants and then decide what it is you want. Its not like you couldn't bring Silk And Bubbles here to Oregon." She said. I knew she was right. I did most of my business online anyways. Did I want to come home? Was I ready to go down a troubled road with Hunter? I just didn't know what I truly wanted. What I did know was that being with Hunter yesterday made me feel alive and full of hope. I just couldn't ignore that feeling. My mother was right. I needed to talk with Hunter. I needed to know just how he felt. The rest of the day went by slowly as my mother and I put her new home together. It really was a sight to see just how many photos she had of Hunter and I growing up. One of my favorite pictures was of Hunter and I playing in the mud. We must of only been around six or seven years old.
We were carefree and full of life back then. This is not where I thought the two of us would end up one day. It was amazing to see how much Hunter looked like his son when he was little. I knew Hunter loved that little boy with everything he had. I loved him even more for that. That evening I went out and got my mother and I some dinner. I was in the kitchen fixing us a plate when I heard someone knocking at the door. My mother answered it as I finished putting our plates together. Her and Hunter came walking into the kitchen. I smiled at both of them.
"Hunter is going to join us for dinner." My mother said. I nodded at her and smiled at him. The three of us sat at the table and just laughed and talked about everything under the sun. It felt like old times and none of us brought up the worries we had. We just talked about everything else. My mother talked with Hunter about Tim and she told him how proud she was with him. It made him smile and something told me he didn't smile to often.
"Hunter, would you like a glass of white wine?" I asked him. He nodded at me and went back to talking with my mother. I knew that Hunter always felt like my mother was his mother. I could see the comfort he had sitting with her. I knew he felt at peace being here with us. We were always his escape from his problems. When I came back to the table they were talking about his mother.
"She ended up with cancer. I think its the reason why my stepfather walked out on her. I couldn't leave her alone to die. I gave up my life for her." He said.
"Your a good man Hunter, anyone would be blessed to have you. Don't look at it like you gave up your life. Be proud of yourself." My mother told him. She reached out and touched his hand. He held hers and I smiled. "Well you two, I'm getting tired. I think I'll go to bed now. Hunter your welcome to stay here as long as you want. You know my home is your home." She said.
"Thank you." He said to her. She kissed his forehead and then mine and went off to bed. The two of us stayed outside for a moment without saying a word. I just sipped my wine and watched him. "I missed your mother." He said. I nodded at him.
"She missed you to." I said.
"I missed you more." He said. I just smiled at him. Hunter got up and started to walk around the house. I knew he was looking at all the pictures of the two of us. My mother actually had quit a few of them. "We were so fun together." He said.
"Yeah one of my favorites is of us in the mud." I said and pointed it out.
"Your parents just laughed at us. My mother was pissed and threw me outside." He said.
"I remember that. You came back over here and my mother put you in a bath and warm clothes. You fell asleep that night in my bed." I said smiling. I could see the pain on his face.
"I don't know what I would of done without you or your family." He said. I walked over to him and placed my hand on his shoulder. He turned and faced me. That's when I went into his arms and he held me close to him. He didn't say anything, but I knew what he was thinking. Because I was thinking the same thing. Could I really leave him again?