Over Spilled Coffee

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Savannah woke up the next morning aching all over and she was certain that her eyes were red from lack of sleep. She had tossed and turned all evening while Quinn slept across the room in a twin bed, snoring and mumbling. The snoring had bothered Savannah, a small inconvenience to keep her just enough awake for her mind to run over everything that had had happened her life since she met Graham.

She remembered everything. The way he wrapped a towel around his waist when he got out of the shower. How he stuck his tongue out when he was working diligently on something. Or, the way he would tap his foot when he was bored. It all rushed through her mind and she kicked the blankets off some time around one in the morning only to need to retrieve them thirty minutes later. 

By morning she was irritable and exhausted. The trip had been a bad idea. She should have opted out. If only her stupid pride and loyalty hadn't gotten in the way. Sometimes, she thought, it paid to be selfish. 

Across the room, Quinn sat up slowly and stretched her arms above her head. She wore an eye mask and her hair looked barely rumpled. 

Savannah slid out of bed, wearing the Yankees shirt. She grabbed some lounging clothes and stomped to the bedroom, anger burning in her gut. Why should she feel about breaking up with Graham? It was reasonable to want her future husband to have a stable job. She slammed her toothpaste on the counter and stared at herself in the mirror. Letting him affect her so much was ridiculous. No more, she told herself. No more. 

But then, the anger faded just as quickly as it had come. Her shoulders sagged and she ran a hand through her shirt. Then, she whipped off the Yankees shirt and threw on a clean one. One that had no association with Graham Pierce. Changing shirts felt like some progress. 

"Are you done yet?" Quinn whined outside the bedroom door.

"Almost," Savannah said and she quickly changed into some sweatpants.

*

"How'd you sleep?" Lucy asked as they sat at the kitchen bar, eating breakfast sandwiches that Cal had made for everyone.

Savannah leaned back in her chair. "Fine."

"Doesn't Quinn snore like a freight train?" Lucy smeared some extra mustard on her sandwich.

"A little," Savannah said, smiling.

"Sorry I was distracted last night," Lucy said. "It's just...monster-in-law really gets under my skin. It's like she doesn't think I can do this. Or, that she doesn't want me to be part of her family."

Instead of replying, Savannah finished off her breakfast and took a sip of her much needed coffee. 

"You think she doesn't want me in her family," Lucy said, taking Savannah's silence as an answer.

"I think she's just scared," Savannah said, thumbing the coffee cup's handle. "Think about it, Luce. She lost one son. She's probably just really scared about losing a second one."

Lucy rested her elbows on the counter. "I hate when you're logical."

"I'm not saying she's handling it well," she said. "But, I can see why she really wants to make sure this is the right thing for her son. Not that you and Cal aren't right for each other, but she's protective."

"I wish she liked me," Lucy mumbled.

Savannah smiled. "She will. How could she not? It's just stressful right now and probably hard to imagine her other son never getting this oportunity."

"You're probably right."

"Ready to go hiking?" Cal exclaimed, bouncing back into the kitchen already dressed in an old shirt and running shorts. He hopped around in place, a goofy smile on his face.