Chasing Kate

Chapter 29. Effortlessly.

Wrapped up in this new found parenthood, work, and my visits with Dr. Schwartz I haven't had time to focus on much else.

My heart lives for the time spent with Rhett, making up for lost time. I relish in the thought of having a son to carry on my legacy, to look up to me. My actions, my words and my respect will determine how he views the world, how he treats women and how he carries himself.

I want Rhett to leave his mark on the world, just like Brody had and now how I fully intend to, too.

I make the conscious decision to take time to properly address Kate-Anna. These past few weeks we have just settled into a courteous cycle.

I pick up Rhett on the days she works, I go over to their house after work, and every night she kisses my cheek and tells me good night.

There's a lot I want to get off my chest, and I'm not entirely sure how to do it. I want to explain to her, my feelings, I want her to understand my fears as a father, as a man. I want to say words to her that I can't form logically in my mind.

Kate-Anna's presences leaves me speechless and I'm not sure the words will come out.

That night after putting Rhett to bed and driving home, I sat at my kitchen bar with a pen and a pad of paper.

I knew that if I wanted to voice my words and my feelings this would be the only way to get her to listen, to except them and to understand.

I felt like I had written for hours. It was late when I climbed in bed but I rested so well.

I made my way through Thursday's visit with Dr Schwartz, I drove myself to Kate's, where I spent most of my evening with her and my favorite little boy in the world.

I still can't believe I am someone's dad.

That night, I went into Kate's kitchen and left my note for her. My hands were sweaty and my stomach was in knots as we said our goodbyes and I left to go home.

I'm so anxious, I hope I let my message do my feelings justice.

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Kate-Anna's POV

It's been exceptional having Luke around to help out with Rhett. I've settled into this routine and Lucas has been proving himself over and over , daily.

We are working at this partnership together and I am thankful that things are going as smoothly as they had.

I enjoy him being here, every night. My heart flutters when he tucks our son into bed. My heart leaves with him as he goes home every night, even though I desperately want him to stay.

I'm giving him time. I can't force this ready made family on him and expect him to not crack. He has yet to explode about keeping Rhett a secret for so long, and I really just want to treasure him being this awesome father for our son.

Tonight when he left wasn't any different. The old me would have ran after him, but I am respecting him. Baby steps I think to myself.

I walk to the bathroom and start a bath. After a long exhausting day working overtime, a soak in the tub sounds like the most fantastic remedy for achy feet.

I leave the water running and venture to the kitchen to pour a glass of wine.
I walk past the stove and flick the light switch off but something white catches my attention.

"Katie" Scribbled on the front and I immediately know that Lucas placed it here.

I climb into the tub, soaking in the warmness on my skin and sipping on my moscato. I stare at the letter sitting on the tub ledge, and after a while I open it. My eyes skim through the letter and it seems like there's something to be said in it.