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?”
throat, shuffling my feet, and Nessa turns around with a
Callum,” she provides. “Callum, this is my littlest sister,
he your boyfriend?”
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incredulously.
set her sister down. “Go wash that makeup
all about him. Use the makeup wipes in the cabinet under the
squeals in delight, rushing off in a blur of pink
probably should’ve warned you that my house can be a little crazy
eyes as she steps closer and reaches out to take
a brow,
lately, but since we came out of it,
lead me from the foyer into the living
feeling sets in again as we
throughout the living room. floor, making our way to the
the
like Nessa’s house. It feels like a
the cliché shit that you see in movies but never believe exists in real life. My own house was always devoid
its
something on the stove while her father carries 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 clears her throat to announce our presence, and both of her parents look toward the doorway, easy smiles brightening
He drops a kiss atop her head, stepping back to give her a once-over. “We’ve missed you, Mija.” He lifts
again, sir,” I say politely, forcing
throat.
Diaz levels me with
to have a talk, son.”
out, a cold
washing over me.
dinner first?”
my
He looks to me again, beckoning me with a flick of his
the girls finish getting
off the kitchen, my heart racing as we step
out here looking at Nessa’s father, my guts are so
he gives me a tight smile as he moves
heaving a sigh. I’ve gone over what 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,
up in my brain.
shuffling my feet
leaving her the way I did, and that’s something I’ll always regret. But she’s giving me another chance, and I plan to spend the rest of my life making it up
Vanessa’s a good girl, and I trust her. That means trusting her to make the
sigh, sidestepping to a wooden patio chair and sinking down onto it, gesturing to the seat across from
follow his cue, dropping down into the chair and raking a hand through my
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
agreement, glancing toward the kitchen through the glass patio doors. Nessa is grinning, talking animatedly
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looking at her, at the beautiful smile on her face, my heart swells. Special is an understatement. Nessa is everything.
continues, and my gaze snaps back to him. “I love Lia with everything
stressful, starting a family is stressful. But we worked through all of it
We didn’t run just because things got
the lump in my throat, my fingers tightening on the
patio
you can do in a relationship,” he says, leaning forward and pinning me with a somber stare.
anywhere,” I grind out. “I won’t make that mistake again.”
over his knee. ” Good. Because second chances are a gift.” He points a finger
I say confidently. “I know I screwed up…”
Diaz interrupts. “It’s human nature.
them. I’m not going to hold yours against
trusting you with my baby girl. Don’t make me regret it.”
my head. “I promise. Nessa is the best thing that ever happened to me, and I won’t
across his face in response. “Good. I’ll hold you to that.” He pushes up from his
steps closer. ” For trusting me with your daughter. I
toward the house. Ordinarily, I’d recoil at a gesture like that, uncomfortable with human touch, but for some reason, Nessa’s dad
something about him that’s calming, a lot like his daughter’s effect on me. He’s a good man, a good father. Something I wish I’d had. Sometimes I wonder what my life would’ve
the door to head back
with your parents’ exile. Just know that Lia and I are here for you if you ever need to talk, or
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an odd burning
my eyes.
I say again. “I appreciate it.”
ask if I’m good, and I nod in response, a
I ever got from my own father figure, and I haven’t felt that from another
Vaughn. 1
hand and pressing a soft kiss
of complete peace
of the corner of my
her waist and whispering something in her ear, and then they both look our way,
Nessa, and damnit if I’m not looking forward to it. Those easy smiles, those
house full of pups running around and causing mayhem. I slip an arm around Nessa’s waist, tucking
slowly.
deep down, but never let myself imagine. I never believed it could really happen for someone like me. And now that I have it, I’m never letting
family resembled
chaos that we walked into when we arrived. The two younger
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