For everyone who has been patiently waiting for the final Home book, here is the first chapter of Gracie's story (the book is still untitled as of yet). The final book tells the story of Jesse and Riley's daughter, Gracie, as well as Wyatt, who is the son of Brandon and Mandy. Mandy's son she gave up for adoption in "Finding Home", Aaron is also in this story. Enjoy!
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I liked living in the
country. I think I got that from my
dad. I definitely didn’t get it from my
mom. She’d lived in Boston until she was
seventeen and from what I understand had detested Kansas when she first moved
here. She eventually grew to love it,
but my mom was still a city girl at heart.
My dad was an entirely different story though. He’d been born and raised in Carver, only a
couple of miles down the road from our house actually. He’d spent his childhood hunting and fishing
with his dad and from what I’ve been told, he won my mom’s heart in the same
spot I sat now: the old dock that protruded out into the pond just a short walk
from our front door. I liked coming out
here, especially on days like this: a cloud covered sky with a hint of humidity
that wrapped itself around me like a warm hug.
Just me and the quiet that was the five acres I called home.
I
had missed the quiet like this. I’d
spent the last nine months trying to study over the sounds of the dorms. I could still recall the late night parties
and stuffing cotton in my ears to block out the sounds from my nymphomaniac
roommate and whatever loser she’d brought home with her. Kayla was just a memory now…thank God,
because next year, I’d have a new roommate and I could only pray she’d be there
to study and not sleep with anything with a pulse. Wishful thinking probably, but a girl could
dream.
I hadn’t been home since Christmas and it’d
been too cold to sit out by the pond.
That was the crazy thing about Kansas.
It was blazing hot in the summer and ruthlessly cold in the winter. As I stared out to the pond, enjoying the
silence, I thought back to how it’d been when I was a kid. Growing up an only
child, the quiet was all I’d known. I
was used to finding ways to keep myself occupied. It wasn’t a hard thing to do when you had the
space of the Kansas countryside at your fingertips and a best friend at your
side who made finding mischief easy, which was probably not a good thing in
retrospect.
Going
away to college had been harder than I’d expected because my best friend hadn’t
been there to keep me company. I’d gone
to the University of Washington, per my parents encouragement. It was my dad’s alma mater and both of them
wanted me to have an experience outside of Kansas, although truthfully, I
would’ve been fine staying closer to home.
I’d only agreed to UW because my brainiac best friend had been accepted
to MIT and if he was going to be all the way in Massachusetts, it didn’t matter
if I was in Kansas or Washington, and like my parents had said, a new
experience would be a good thing.
Overall,
it had been, despite my slutty roommate and living in a sea of hipsters, but I
was glad to be home in Kansas and I loved the quiet. As I leaned back onto the dock, staring up at
the gray sky, I couldn’t wait for the eight months to be just a memory, and
when I heard the sound of tires rumbling down the dirt road, I knew that time
was here, and I bolted up.
“Dammit!”
I winced, realizing I’d moved so fast that I caused a splinter from the old
dock to imbed itself into my pointer finger.
My finger went instinctively to my mouth, the warm and salty taste of
the blood hitting my tongue. I only held
it there for a second before wiping my finger on my cut-offs. When I turned towards the road, I saw the
familiar pick-up coming towards me and I felt a smile growing on my face. It’d been too long since the old red truck
had made its way down the road. It’d been
in his parents’ driveway since he left for MIT.
I’d been home for a few days and when I drove past his house, I couldn’t
help but think it seemed lonely sitting there, waiting for Wyatt to return just
like I was.
As
he got closer, I could see his silhouette in the driver’s side and I found
myself walking towards the truck as if that would somehow get him here
faster. It wasn’t as if he was my only friend,
but he was definitely my best friend, always had been.
I’d
probably be friends with Wyatt even if our friendship hadn’t been forced upon
us. Our parents had been friends since
high school, so it was only natural that Wyatt and I would be friends. Our families had always done things together:
cookouts, vacations, holidays. It’s just
the way it’d always been, just like my friendship with Wyatt.
The
truck stopped at the edge of the pond, only the ten feet of the dock separating
us and when the door opened and he stepped out, I started moving quicker and a
second later, my bare feet were on the banks of the pond, pebbles pushing into
the soles of my feet and blades of grass threading between my toes, but I
didn’t care. Wyatt was only a few feet
from me now when for the past nine months, he’d been a million miles away.
He
was grinning as he leaned against the truck in a pair of long khaki shorts and
white t-shirt, his hair tucked under a beat up black ball cap and I felt myself
stop in my tracks when I saw him.
“What
the hell happened to you?” I laughed.
“What’re
you talking about?” he balked.
“Did
they give you steroids along with your lunch at MIT?”
He
just grinned wider, the right side of his mouth inching a little higher than the
left and when he folded his arms across his chest, it accentuated the muscles
I’d never seen before.
“You
talkin’ about my guns?” He unfolded his arms, flexing them like a body builder
and I rolled my eyes.
“You’re
such an idiot,” I sighed, finally taking the final steps towards him now that
I’d processed my best friend’s new physique.
Wyatt had always been tall and skinny.
In junior high, you might’ve even called him scrawny. He’d filled out a little since then, to the
point I stopped making fun of him, but I’d never expected to see the Wyatt
Seaver that stood in front of me now.
“I
haven’t seen you in nine months and you greet me with insults upon my return,”
he said and I shook my head, walking over to him and touching his arm,
surprised at how strong it was.
“Seriously,”
I said, giving it another squeeze. “What happened to you?”
“I
don’t know,” he said, yanking his arm away from my curious hand and he couldn’t
hide the slight blush on his cheeks. “I started going to the gym.”
“Well…you look…” I said, at a loss for words.
“You look…” I wanted to say amazing or even a little hot, but I couldn’t do
it. That would be too weird. “You look
different,” I finally settled on and I thought he looked a little deflated at
my words.
“I
could say the same for you.”
“I
don’t look different.”
“Yeah,
you do. Your hair’s shorter.”
“I
only got like three inches cut off,” I said defensively.
“That’s
three inches too many,” he said, reaching over and flipping a piece of my dark
brown hair that fell to the middle of my back now instead of almost to my waist
how it had when we’d last seen each other . “Just so you know, I like it better
longer and I think your boobs are bigger too.”
He started laughing and I balled my hand into a fist, punching him hard
on his now solid forearm.
“Since
when do you look at my boobs?”
“Since
they started looking like that,” he grinned, raising his eyes up and down a few
times like a stupid cartoon character. I
looked down at my chest, thinking it looked the same as it always had, but then
I thought maybe my t-shirt was a little tighter than it used to be. I just crossed my arms and glared at him. He
brushed by me then and started walking towards my house. I sped up and followed
at his side.
“Where’re
your parents?” he asked, flinging the screen door open and stepping into the
kitchen.
“Mom’s
at work and Dad’s at the shooting range.”
“I
don’t get your dad. Isn’t one of the
perks of being a teacher is having the summers off?”
“Well,
yeah, but you know my dad. He’s gotta
stay busy. He’s also teaching summer
school, but he likes to help Uncle Glenn out when he can,” I said, referring to
my great uncle who was basically the only family my dad had left. I’d been told Uncle Glenn was driving the car
that killed my grandpa, which basically killed my parents’ relationship. My dad ran off and joined the Marines after my grandpa’s
death and my mom fell in love with someone else, but when Wyatt’s dad lost his
leg in Afghanistan, my dad came back and my parents fell in love again. From what I’d gathered over the years from
their stories and the boxes of their memories, journals and pictures and
letters, I’d snuck peaks at in the garage, I guess their love story was
epic. They still stared at each other
across the table during dinner and kissed way more than I was comfortable with
and I didn’t even want to think about what they did when their bedroom door was
closed, which was entirely too often for my liking. I think they were ecstatic to have the house
to themselves when I left for Seattle, and I refused to think about what they’d
done since I’d been gone. However, despite
all of my personal feelings towards seeing the affections of my parents, they’d
shown me true love is possible and even lasting.
“That’s
definitely like your father,” Wyatt said as he started rifling through the
fridge, pulling out a Coke and then going to the cupboard for a bag of
Doritos.
“Make
yourself at home,” I said with a laugh and a hint of sarcasm and he just
grinned before walking out of the kitchen, chips and soda in hands. I followed him as he made his way down the
hall, not bothering to ask before he opened my bedroom door and walked in. “Why
do you think you can just do whatever you want in my house?”
“Because
I’ve been doing it for the past seventeen years.”
He
had made himself comfortable on my bed, even kicking off his shoes. I sat on
the bed beside him, grabbing the bag of chips from him and popping one in my
mouth.
“All
joking aside,” I began. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve
missed you too,” he said, popping open the Coke. He took a drink and then
handed it to me so I could take a drink.
“And
I’m glad you’re home,” I said, catching hint of his fresh scent. “Since when do
you wear cologne?”
“I
dunno,” he said, grabbing the Coke back from me, taking a long swig and then
setting the soda back down. “I’ve been wearing it for a while.”
“I’ve
never smelled it on you.”
“Then
you obviously haven’t smelled me enough.
What’s the big deal? Does it reek
or something?”
“No,”
I said quickly. “It smells good. You
just seem different is all. The muscles
and now the cologne.”
“And
the hair,” he said suddenly, taking off his hat and I burst out laughing when
he shook his head, revealing dark blonde waves.
“What
the hell did you do?”
“I
kinda like the shaggy look, don’t you?”
“No! Not at all!”
Wyatt always kept his hair short and neat, but now it was anything
but. I usually didn’t notice the waves
in his hair, but now that it was grown out and hanging over his ears and across
his forehead, I did notice and I didn’t like it. “Please tell me you’re cutting
that soon.”
“I
haven’t decided yet. I think I kinda
like it.”
“I’m
telling you right now, Wyatt, this is not a good look for you.”
“Good
thing it’s not up to you then.”
“Whatever. Walk around looking like an idiot. See if I care.”
“You
must care because you’re getting so worked up.”
“Well,
maybe I do care. I’m the one who has to
be seen with you.”
“Then
hang out with someone else,” he scoffed and he hopped up from the bed and
started walking out the door. “Where’re you going?” I asked and he stopped in
the doorway, turning to face me, the bag of chips still in his hands.
“I’m
taking me and my shaggy hair home, where it’s appreciated. My mom’s just glad to have me home. She doesn’t care what my hair looks like.”
I
got off the bed quickly, following him down the hall, catching up with him and
grabbing his arm.
“Don’t
go, Wyatt,” I said. “You just got here and I don’t want you to leave yet. I won’t tease you about your hair
anymore. It’s actually kinda cute…if you
like that sort of look.”
“I
know you’re just trying to charm me, Grace,” he said, using my formal
name. Like everyone else, he always
called me Gracie…unless he was trying to be serious or funny. I couldn’t tell which one he was trying to
be.
“Perhaps
I am, but I really don’t want you to go.
Please stay.”
He
turned and continued walking, putting the chips back in the cupboard and then
turning back to me.
“Sorry. I’ve gotta go. Mom’s making me a special dinner for my
return. My favorite, spaghetti pie. I
just wanted to come by and see you real quick.
I know you’ve been waiting with baited breath for my return and now that
you’ve seen me, I need to get home and unpack and possibly think about cutting
my hair,” he said with a sly grin that brought a smile to my face. “Call you
tomorrow, okay?”
“Okay,”
I said, not wanting him to go, but feeling a little special that he’d rushed
over to see me before he’d even unpacked.
“Bye,
Gracie,” he said and then turned, opening the screen door to head back to his
truck.
“Wait,
Wyatt!” I called to him as I quickly walked over to the door, looking at him
standing at the bottom of the porch stairs, his image grainy through the
screen. He stopped and looked up at me.
“I’m really glad you’re home,” I said, smiling down at my best friend, not
realizing just how much I’d missed him until he was leaving again.
“Me
too, Gracie.”
He
smiled at me and then I opened the door, stepping onto the porch and down the
steps until I stood in front of him by his truck. I didn’t think about what I was doing and I
wrapped my arms around him. I could sense
his surprise because his arms remained at his side. I wasn’t much of a hugger, but I couldn’t help
myself. For the past seventeen years I’d
taken him for granted, assuming he’d always be there because he always had
been…until he left and I left and I didn’t comprehend how much I’d missed him
until he was back, until we were both back, just like it’d always been for my
entire life and I didn’t want to let him go.
He
must’ve gotten over his surprise because his arms were around me too a moment
later, slowly at first. He seemed tense
though as my cheek pressed against his chest and I didn’t care that I was
making him uncomfortable. I just wanted
to know he was there. I didn’t want to
totally weird him out though and I pulled away.
“I’m
sorry,” I said, looking up at him and he was looking at me curiously.
“You
okay?” he asked, cocking his head to the side and reaching over and brushing my
arm with his fingertips.
“Yeah,
yeah,” I said quickly, wiping at my eye. I could feel a tear coming and I had
no clue why.
“You
look like you’re about to cry or something.” I could tell my sudden weepiness
had made him uncomfortable.
“I
just…I just really missed you, Wyatt.
Like crazy missed you.” I breathed in deeply and I was able to hold back
the tears, but his expression softened and it was he who pulled me to him, but
this time, his arms weren’t stiff or confused.
They were welcoming and warm and they felt like home.
“I
crazy missed you too, Gracie,” he said softly and I smiled, squeezing him extra
hard before I let go and he pulled back. “Tomorrow night…we’ll hang out. I’ve
got the family thing tonight, but tomorrow night, I’m all yours, okay?”
“Okay,”
I grinned and then he smiled at me before he walked away. I watched the whole way until he climbed into
his pick-up and waved before pulling away, complete contentment washing over me
for the first time in since the day we’d both left Carver. Wyatt, my best friend, was back, which meant
everything was back to the way it should be and I couldn’t be happier.