Forever You by Lynn, Sandi (autobiographies to read .txt) 📗

Cooking with Ellery was fun because neither one of us were very good at it. When I sat at the table,

doing work and holding meetings, Ellery would sit at her easel and paint. When she wasn’t looking, I

would stare at her and watch how flawlessly she moved her brush on the canvas. This is how I

pictured the rest of my life with her; she’s my future.

The next morning, I was up early for a brief phone meeting with Paul regarding the Chicago

acquisition. Just as I hung up with him, my mom called. She wanted to make sure I was coming for

Thanksgiving. I told her that I had met someone very special and that I would be bringing her to

Thanksgiving to meet the family. I could tell she was excited by the way she screamed, “Connor’s

bringing someone home for Thanksgiving!” I guess she had the right to be excited since I’ve never

brought anyone home for her to meet before. I hung up the phone, walked to the bedroom, and stared

at my sleeping beauty. She opened her eyes and smiled at me. I smiled back as I walked over and sat

on the edge of the bed.

“How are you feeling?” I asked as my finger ran down her jaw line.

“I’m feeling ok. I heard you on the phone.”

“I was talking to my mother. I’m taking you home for Thanksgiving.”

“Did you tell your mom about me?” she asked.

“Of course I did, and she’s looking forward to meeting you. She’s going to love you.”

“I meant, did you tell her that I have cancer?” she asked as she licked her lips.

I sat there and looked at her because I didn’t tell my mom about Ellery’s cancer. I shook my head.

“Why didn’t you tell her, Connor?”

My eyes traveled to the window, “I haven’t had the chance, and it’s not something I want to do over

the phone, Elle. I think that needs to be done in person.”

“So, what you’re saying is that you want me to spring it on her on Thanksgiving? Hi Black family!

I’m Ellery Lane, your son’s girlfriend who has cancer for the second time in her 24 years of life and

is nothing but a walking cancer disaster.”

I got up from the bed. I couldn’t believe she just said that. “Wow, Elle, you really know how to

ruin a moment. I will tell her before Thanksgiving; end of discussion,” I said in an authoritative tone.

“No, Connor. It’s not the end of the discussion, and don’t you dare take that tone with me!”

I turned away from the window and looked at her, “Are you looking to start an argument?”

“All you have to do is tell me why you didn’t tell her yet,” she pleaded.

I didn’t know why I didn’t mention it. I’ve been so busy with trying to take care of Ellery and

conducting business at the same time. I didn’t think about telling my mom about her cancer because I

just want to forget about it. I looked at her and yelled, “You want to know why?! I haven’t been able

to do anything because I’m stuck here taking care of you!” Shit, that came out wrong, but it was too

late because I could see the rage in her eyes. I turned towards the window and ran my hand through

my hair.

“Stuck? You’re not stuck here, Connor. I didn’t fucking ask you to come here, and I sure as hell

didn’t ask you to take care of me.”

She was so hurt by what I said, but I didn’t mean it. I turned and looked into her sad blue eyes,

“Baby, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Get out of here!” she screamed as she picked up a glass that was sitting on the night stand and

threw it at me. I ducked and shook my head.

“Fine, if that’s what you want!” I yelled as I stormed out of her apartment. I took a walk to the

beach. The sun was shining, and it was warm out. I needed to let her cool off before I went back and

apologized. She was right; I should have told my mom about her having cancer. Ellery has every right

to be pissed as hell at me. I was gone about an hour, and on my way back to her apartment, I stopped

at the store to buy her a bag of chocolate.

I walked into the apartment and into the bedroom where I saw Ellery bent down, picking up the

pieces of broken glass. I knelt down beside her and lightly took her hand.

“Stop, you’re going to cut yourself,” I whispered as I removed the pieces of glass from her hand.

She took in a deep breath and started to say she was sorry. She didn’t need to apologize. She had

every right to act the way she did. I