Disclaimer: topics about death & trauma
will be mentioned in this chapter, so please
skip if you aren't comfortable with those two.
Thank you
"Thank you again for letting me stay over" Jack thanks Lola as he takes his shoes off.
"It's nothing anak. I'm grateful for what you did for us" she smiles patting his side.
(child)
We all just came home from dinner after the win. Mom took the liberty to invite everyone to dinner so the entire team, coaching staff too and we all end up in a private room at the Chart house to celebrate.
Lola shares how much it meant to her and our family the tribute that the Devils did for Lolo. I don't think she'll ever forget that moment.
It's just Lola, Jack, and I at her house tonight.
"Where do I put my stuff babe?" Jack questions looking around.
"Oh, follow me" I gesture to him to follow me up the stairs.
"Lola said you can stay with me in my room as long as we're not loud" I tell him as I open the room.
"This used to be Mom and Tita Nadia's room and then it just became mom's room because she wanted more privacy" I explain.
"This looks like another version of your room" he teases looking around.
"Just a little less grunge and more STEM like" he smirks looking at everything hung up on the light lilac walls.
"Okay I kept some of the stuff she already had up because I also needed it" I say referring to the periodic table chart.
"And the care bear bedsheets?" he questions with his eyebrow cocked up in confusion.
"Jack!" I playfully yell. "You're judging the fuck outta my room!" I say and he bursts out laughing.
"I know I know I'm sorry baby" he chuckles as he pulls me into his arms and I lean against his touch.
"They're mom's old bedsheets from when she was a kid okay" I reason referring to the bedsheets shown with the blue comforter.
"This is a cute room though" he compliments as he cups my face and I give him a smile.
"Woah" he pauses.
"What?" I ask as he let's go.
I turn around to see what he's staring at.
"This is the original photo right?" he questions.
It's a photo of Lolo, Atlas and I at the rock. Atty and I were five. We're all wearing home jerseys and we're all smiling.
"Yes" I answer with a sad smile.
The photo was one of the photos shown earlier at the tribute.
Jack kisses my temple as I wrap my arms around him.
"This one's cute" he smiles looking at a photo of Atlas and I holding hands with our raincoats and rain boots on.
"Yeah" I smile.
"I think I'm comfortable telling you about it" I mention.
"Rory are you sure?" he questions as our eyes meet.
I nod "Yes I'm sure. Though we should change out of our clothes" I mention.
After saying good night to Lola who's watching a show on Netflix, Jack and I end up on my bed cuddling.
It's just the two of us and the silence while he plays with my hair and massages my scalp here and there.
"When he passed away it was one of the hardest things we all had to go through" I start.
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