No Tomorrow

“What did the vet say? There’s really nothing they can do? Chemo?”

I shake my head. “No. It’s too far gone and he’s too old. She thinks he’s sixteen years old. I honestly had no idea he was that old. Blue told me he had him for two years so I just assumed he was two years old when I met him.”

“That is old for a dog, Piper. And he’s had a good life. You treat that dog like he’s a baby.”

“I know... I just don’t want to do the wrong thing.”

He reaches across the bed and holds my hand. “What does the vet think you should do? What does your heart tell you to do?”

“She said if it was her dog, she would let him go before he gets worse. And my heart wants to keep him because I’m selfish. I also want him to go peacefully and not suffer for weeks or months.”

He nods. “I think that’s the right thing to do. And think of Lyric, you know how sensitive she is with things like this. I don’t think she could handle watching him get worse. She loves that dog like crazy.”

“I know,” I say tearfully. “But how am I supposed to tell her I’m taking him away forever?”

“She’s a smart kid, Piper. She’ll be upset, but I think she’ll understand.” He pauses and locks eyes with me for a few moments. “We can tell her together, if you want.”

“Would you do that with me? I think hearing it from both of us would be better for her.” Having him here with me, being so understanding, is making me doubt whether I made the right decision by moving out. Josh may not be Lyric’s father, but he’s the closest thing she’s had. Now I’m not sure if pulling her out of his life was right or wrong.

“Of course I’ll do that with you. I love Lyric,” he says, then adds, “I love all of you.”

The way he says all of you makes my heart clench. I’m not sure what’s changing with him, but there’s definitely something going on.

“We love you, too.”

His gaze drops to our hands. “I think I’ve been falling for you,” he says. “And I’ve been in denial about it for a long time.”

I hold my breath for a few seconds. Let his words sink in. Then I slowly exhale.

“Oh.” It’s all I can manage to say because I’m not prepared for this on any level today. Or any day, really.

“I knew you were in love with Blue and I didn’t want to get in the middle of that. I’ve been trying to figure out my shit at the same time, but when I think about what I really want? I want what we had. Me and you and Lyric and the pets.”

“Josh....”

He looks at me. “When I kissed you, it felt right. For me. How did it feel for you?”

My body buzzes with nervousness and I swallow hard. “Surprising,” I answer. “But good, too. I guess I wasn’t ready for it. And to be honest, I wasn’t thinking about you in that way, so it kinda spun my head around.”

“Fair enough. Could you think of me in that way?”

I take a good look at the man in front of me. He’s changed a lot since we dated when we were kids. He’s not the shy nerd anymore. The man sitting on my bed is, quite frankly, gorgeous and confident. Not only does he have an amazing muscular body and perfect GQ face, but he’s a truly great guy. He’s caring, affectionate, patient and family oriented. He’s intelligent and has a great sense of humor. He’s stable and normal—which is a huge plus.

But he likes men, too. That’s certainly not abnormal—just something different for me to think about. I admire that he’s capable of caring about and being attracted to people for who they are and not for what’s between their legs. It does make me feel insecure that he’s been intimate with men, though. I can’t help but wonder if he’s physically attracted to me, and if I would be enough for him when it comes to sexual intimacy.

I lick my lips and try to answer as honestly as I can. “I think I could. I think I’d need some time, but I do think it’s maybe possible. I’m attracted to you and I care about you and....”

He kisses me before I can finish, and again, I’m not ready. I want to be, and I think someday I could be. But tonight, I’m too worried about my dog and my daughter and a phone call I’m going to have to make tomorrow to give a hundred percent of myself to Josh. And I don’t want to give less than my all to anyone.

I pull away, and he touches his finger to my lips. “Don’t say it.” He grins. “I shouldn’t have done that. I know you’re not ready. I just want to show you I know how to kiss now.” He flashes me a joking smile.

“You definitely know how to kiss now. No worries there,” I assure him.

“I won’t push you, Piper. I promise. When things finally do settle down, I’m taking you on that date and we’ll see how we feel.”

I nod and smile softly at him. “I’d like that.”

We lie on my bed together and watch a movie, and he falls asleep next to me. I snuggle against his arm and watch him sleep. I like how content he looks, and I like having him next to me. I feel safe, and comfortable. This is something I could see myself getting used to and being happy with.

If I could forget Blue.

Chapter Thirty-Three

This morning was one of the worst of my life. Telling my daughter that her very first best friend was going to be leaving us soon was absolutely heartbreaking. I’m grateful Josh stayed overnight and was here with me when I told her, because he was able to help explain how Acorn would be going to sleep forever and be a doggy guardian angel much better than I could, and he was able to talk to her without crying. I could barely get two sentences out without breaking down.

After Josh leaves, Lyric somewhat recovers and decides to work on a huge jigsaw puzzle on a board in the middle of the floor. I grab my phone and go out on the back porch to call the person I vowed to never call again. It takes me at least fifteen minutes of staring at the phone and pep-talking myself to finally dial his number.

The first time I call, it goes to voicemail, but I don’t leave a message. I hang up and redial, and this time he answers.

“Yeah?” he says, and I have no idea if he has caller ID and knows it’s me.

“It’s me.”

There’s our notorious minute of silence that our random phone calls always seem to start with. I wait for it to end.

“Ladybug.” He clears his throat. “Wow.”

“Hi.”

“Hi.” He pauses. “Damn, just hearing your voice again... it’s making my heart pound like fucking crazy.”

Mine too. But I won’t tell him that.

“I have to tell you something.”

“If you had a baby without me I’m gonna be really mad.”

My teeth grind together. “No. This is serious.”

“I was being serious, babe.”

“Don’t call me babe right now, please. I just need to get this out.” Hearing his voice only amplifies my emotions. I’m trembling and on the verge of tears for the hundredth time in the past forty-eight hours. Still, after all this time, he has that same heart-fluttering, time-has-stood-still effect on me.

“Okay,” he says. “I’m all for getting it out. Whatever it is.”

“Acorn has cancer. It’s untreatable. He’s very sick and I’m going to have to put him to sleep. And I thought you should know in case you want to be there. To say goodbye.”

He exhales deeply on the other end of the line. “Fuck,” he says. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

“I’m sorry, Blue. He got sick in a short time, and I just didn’t know. Up until recently he’s been happy and playful. He was having some trouble with the stairs and jumping on the furniture, but I thought it was old age. A few weeks ago I bought a new house with no stairs so it was easier for him to get around. I just...” I gulp for air as a sob escapes me. “I did everything I could to give him a good life. He’s the best dog in the world and we love him so much and I just wish this wasn’t happening...”

“Piper...” he breathes. “That’s why I left him with you. Nobody loves like you do.”

I choke and sniffle. “Yeah, well, a lot of good that’s done me. All I do is get my heart broken. I spent the morning trying to explain to our daughter how this dog that’s been her best friend since the day she was born isn’t going to be here anymore.”

“Fuck, babe. I’m so sorry. Is she all right?”

“I think so. I don’t know, really. She’s a very caring little girl, but sometimes she gets quiet and I don’t know what she’s thinking.”

“I’ll be there. Tell me when and where.”

His answer sets me back a step. I wasn’t expecting him to actually want to be there. I thought he’d be upset, and I thought I’d hear him run to the nearest bottle and then hear him fall apart on the other end of the phone. I wasn’t prepared for him to sound so together.

“I have to talk to the vet first. Can I email you the information? It will be soon though. Probably next weekend.”

“I can make that work. You can call me with the info, though, you don’t have to email me.”