Like That

Chapter 10 - Sing For Your Supper

My heart, which is so full to overflowing, has often been solaced and refreshed by music when sick and weary. - Martin Luther

Chapter 10 Sing for Your Supper

Emily's POV:

By the time the game was over last night the weather turned cold, but today was supposed to be nice and warm. I guess spring is finally arriving. I walk out on my deck to enjoy the early morning with a cup of earl grey tea. I miss coffee, but this is nice alternative. The house is quiet and I didn't have to worry about waking the boys with my noise. My mom took Peyton home in her car and my dad followed with Mason in the truck.

By the time Michael had gotten me home, Foster was sitting in the driveway waiting for us. I knew he wanted to come over, I just didn't expect him to be here first. Much to my surprise Michael didn't leave, he also wanted to stay and talk with me. I was starting to feel cornered again, and Michael must have sensed that because he immediately tried to put my mind at ease. It wasn't anything terrible; it's just that he couldn't go to London and Barcelona with me for spring break. He had too many projects that needed looking after. He said if it was a shorter trip or closer to home he could have done some rearranging.

This wasn't news to Foster. Michael had already told him, and he was here to volunteer to accompany me and help with Peyton. I didn't like the idea very much, and it took some convincing from Michael that it would be ok. Michael let me know that this would be different if the person we were talking about was interested in me in a romantic way, but this was Foster we were talking about...he's like a brother.

"I know, but it doesn't look good."

"Don't worry how it looks. You know the truth about your relationship, so does Mason - no one else matters. It's no one's business but yours," Michael told me.

"Foster, how do you feel? Are you ok with this?"

"It was my idea. You won't enjoy the trip as much without help, and I want to go to Europe." He gave me a pleading look, like he was begging me to say yes. So I did.

When Patrick had set up this trip, his worry was comfort. So, instead of a being cramped in a hotel room for nine days, he had rented a three-bedroom furnished apartment just outside London, and a two-bedroom suite in Barcelona. Because of Patrick's preplanning, sleeping arrangements would not be an issue.

Foster and I talked about the trip. I showed him the itinerary. This was going to be his first trip outside of the Americas. He had been to Canada (which he barely considers another country), Mexico and Argentina. He was looking forward to crossing the Atlantic Ocean, and was excited that I said yes.

I told him about London and Barcelona. I took Mason to Barcelona when he was Peyton's age.

"And the last time I went to London, I came home pregnant."

"Not much of a chance of that happening this time," he smirked. Michael and I laughed at Foster's comment.

"If there was, you wouldn't be going." Michael stated matter-of-factly.

I was lost in thought when I heard a familiar voice. "I guess we're not running today." Cooper smiles at me as he makes his way to the deck and sits down. "I was surprised I didn't get a text or call this morning. I thought I would come check on you just in case."

"Sorry, Cooper. The boys are gone, so it didn't matter how loud I am this morning." I smiled at him and he returned it and I had to catch my breath. I composed myself and asked, "Would you like some coffee or something?"

"Only if you join me."

I raised my cup to him, "Actually, you would be joining me."

"Then, by all means...coffee."