I wasn't enough.

Chapter 25

Lucy's POV

I am surrounded by a world of hurt and frustration. Everything around me is toxic. Actually no, I'm toxic. My baby died and my husband left me... that's pretty self explanatory if you ask me.

I've taken the week off work to "fix" myself. But honestly I can't be fixed. It's physically impossible and to be frank, I'm too broken to even try.

With this free week I've decided to visit my mom. She always has the best remedies for broken hearts (or empty stomachs). And right now all I want is my mom. She can fix me. She is my rock, the glue that holds me together and I really need her.

Walking up the front porch steps I stop at the door, suitcase in hand. I softly knock at the door and wait for her to open it. I know I can just waltz on in and yell that I'm here but I'd rather just wait. Within a few seconds she is at the door, a huge smile on her face and an apron around her waist. How adorable.

"Honey! You're here! You know you don't have to knock. Get in here!" Her voice is chirpy and love radiates from her. Without a second thought I drop my bag and crash into her. Wrapping my arms around her and burying my head in her neck, I let out a little sob.

"What's wrong?" she asks with worry in her voice

"Can we talk about it later? I just really need a hug" I manage to say without my voice cracking.

"Oh sure honey. Lets go inside though. C'mon."

Her soothing voice calms me down and I nod my head. She picks up my bag for me and we make our way into the lounge.

"You just sit here. I'll make you a cup of tea and bring out a fresh batch of cookies. I know they always make you feel better" she smiles at me warmly. I smile back half heartedly and let a few tears fall. She's just the best.

Sitting on the couch, I look around the lounge. It looks exactly the same as the last time I visited. Oh how I love familiarity. The photo of my mother and father on their wedding day on the mantle where it has always been and David and I's on the opposite end. Tears spring to my eyes but I force them back. I am not going to cry again. Not until it is time. Tearing my eyes away from the photograph I look at the bookcase and notice a few new ones. It is now almost full but the top shelf still has dad's empty urn placed in the middle and I'm sure my mom would leave it that way. I smile as memories of my dad flick through my mind and catch mom walking through the door that separates the lounge from the kitchen.

"Here you go honey, lemon tea and chocolate chip cookies" her smile warms my heart and I can't help but smile back at her.

"Thanks mom. You always know how to cheer me up" I grab a cookie and take my cup of tea in my hands.

"So Lucy dear. Would you like to tell me what's going on?" oh no. Here goes nothing.

"Mom... um... D-David and I... are... how-um... we're getting a divorce" I gulp. And gulp. And gulp again. The lump continually rising in my throat. Tears spill over my lash line but I quickly wipe them away and force myself to look and my mom.

"Oh honey. When-Why did this happen?" mom asks with her eyebrows furrowed.

"I found out he was cheating on me, so I started acting bitter towards him. After a little while I realized how much I loved him and was going to try but when I got home, he had all his things packed and told me he wanted to get a divorce" I squeak out in a semi-audible sound. More tears spill out and mom places a hand on my shoulder.

"Oh darling, why didn't you tell me sooner? You know I could've helped with all of this. You know I'm here for you 100% of the time. C'mere."