Meeting Him

Leila

My palms were sweaty, and my stomach was churning. I was mulling over the many reasons why I had to go home. We’d gone to my house and now were in Christopher’s truck heading to his. He had checked in with Olin one last time to make sure he was comfortable with meeting me. I had almost hoped he would say no. I wasn’t sure I was.

When he pulled into his driveway, my nerves nearly got the best of me. He reached over and put his hand on my leg. “It’s going to be okay,” he said, instinctively knowing and sensing my nervousness.

“I swear to you, I will do my best to make him like me, but if he doesn’t, I apologize to you now.”

“Baby, I’m not worried so don’t you worry. You just be you. You are perfect.”

I inhaled, letting his words sink in. He pulled into the garage. As the door slid closed, the feeling of being locked in threatened to send me into a panic. I took a few more deep breaths and let go of the panic. I followed him down the hall. It wasn’t hard to find his son. The sound