A Little Bit Like Heaven

Chapter 27: A Broken Promise

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Caroline

When I arrived at the house, I was surprised to see all our extra things were packed in a luggage and sitting on the door by the master’s bedroom. Someone must’ve sent it to our new address. So I walked around for what seemed like hours memorizing every crevice and corner the place had.

I looked out the backyard and a surge of memory went through me. The image of Zayn and I eating dinner was clear and vivid, and despite my brooding sadness of being alone I smiled. The only thing that could make this experience better was if Zayn was actually here with me.

“Okay, Caroline don’t dwindle.” I muttered to myself.

I moved around the kitchen and saw that the fridge was already stock piled. The artistic touches all around the house made me guess that Aunt Sarah might’ve had something to do with it. I took out a couple of ingredients and decided to make some dinner for the two of us. There was still enough time for a decent meal, plus for me to shower and get dressed. By then it wouldn’t matter if I didn’t come in the house with Zayn.

With a new profound sense of determination I poured over my cooking. Silently flipping the cover on the cookbook and sweating through my apron. Once or twice I stopped and murmured sweet nothings to my baby making sure that he was okay. By this point my stomach was already quiet noticeable so I had to wear loose clothes to hide the baby bump. My phone rang and sprinting across the kitchen to the living room I pressed the receive button and pressed it against my phone.

“Hello?”

“Caroline.” It was the same controlling voice of my father.

“Hi, dad.” I smiled over the phone.

“I have some business to get over with you.” He said. Of course, why did I expect him to ask me about my honeymoon or how my vacation went? He didn’t give a rats ass if my plane crashed over the pacific. I sighed and slumped down the sofa.

“Of course dad, but I’m busy right now.” I mimicked his cold distant voice.

“It’s an urgent matter.” He said sternly.

“I know, everything is urgent with you, but I can’t right now dad I’m doing something with my family.” I pleaded. After a long moment he sighed.

“Ahh yes, you’re family.” He said with sarcasm. “Very well, I’ll meet you at the house tomorrow at noon.”

“Okay.” After barely forming the words he clicked the phone shut and hung up on me.

Sitting there, I fought the urge to cry, I was my father’s daughter and I loved him but sometimes he made it so hard for me to do that. I could only imagine all the things that he and Aunt Sarah had been through. And the fact that after all these years she still hasn’t given up on him. With the phone still in my hand I dialed Zayn’s number. The call instantly went to voice mail and after the deep I spoke through the handle.

“Hey baby, I’m excited for tonight. See you in a few.” I said and clicked the phone shut again.

I made a point to set up extra china’s on our dinner table and some flowers at the center. After which I dabbed on some make up, took a quick shower and hurried down the stairs to look at my pot roast beef. It was perfectly done and even though my bones were already aching I continued to fix up the house and arrange the table for Zayn.

It was all for him. I looked at my masterpiece one last time to the food on silver platters and the pristine white china that I found on our cupboard, everything was set. When I looked outside it was already dark and judging by the way the sun nearly disappeared from the horizon it was already six o’ clock only an hour away from Zayn’s arrival.