Secret alliances

0.25

Wes's Pov:

I leave Meera's house content with what I've accomplished in starting to win back her trust and forgiveness.

This weekend I want to makeup for what I lost and help her get through everything.

I don't know how, but I managed to get a few hours of sleep before getting ready for the day. I heard pans clattering in the kitchen as I walked down the stairs.

"Wes? Is that you?"

"Da?"

"Take this next door and then come back and take these trays too," Mom shoved a huge foil tray into my arms.

"Okay," I stumbled back, almost crashing into the China cabinet.

I figured that today was going to be ridiculously busy since the funeral was going to be held two days from now.

Their driveway was already filled with cars that were from out of state or rentals. The garage was wide open so I strolled in with the foil tray, greeted by Meera's mom and aunts.

"Here, I can take that." One of her aunts took the tray from me and I went back and grabbed the rest of them from my house.

After dropping off the rest of the trays, I head inside the house towards the basement to help out with the heavy lifting, but I run into a huge cardboard box.

"A little help? Whoever you are?" The voice behind the box groaned. I immediately grabbed the bottom of the box and helped them set it down on the formal dining table near the mud room.

The person behind the box turns out to be Meera. "Hi," I breathed, dusting my hands off on my pants.

"Hey," she muttered, picking at her nails.

I take a step closer to her and she unknowingly steps back a few inches. "I know it's shitty timing but can we talk?"

"Um," she began to say, her face contorting into a frown.

"Meera can you come here?" Her aunt called just as she opened her mouth to say more. After shooting me an apologetic look, she turned and went to the kitchen.

The rest of that evening went by in a blur, people were coming in and out of Meera's house. After the prayer, dinner was set and people started eating in small groups. Even the basement was full of relatives and close friends.

"Wes?" Meera called.

"Yes lyub-" I stopped myself before I could finish that.

"We're getting takeout from that one Mexican place, because the kids won't eat the khichidi and stuff. Did you want anything?" She asked, bouncing on her toes. "Cass is ordering off her account and I'm gonna go pick it up."

"I'll come with you and text Cassidy my order." I replied, moving closer to her.

"You don't have to do that." she said almost immediately. "Stay here."

"I think I'd rather come with you," I retorted, stepping even closer.

"I'd rather you stay," she croaked, stepping back from me.

"You'd rather have me come with you," I smirked, stepping forward, causing her back to hit the wall with a small thump.

"Shut up." She muttered, pushing me off back so she could go. "And don't say make me." She added quickly.

"Make me." I slowly said with a smirk.

"I'm leaving in five minutes." She sighed and shoved me out of the way before walking to the stairs.