I bring Kim to meet my mom after hospice puts an IV in mama's arm.
"Mama, this is my best friend, Kim." I say.
"Hi, honey." Mama says to Kim. "I'm Hilary."
Kim smiles and she lightly pats my mom's hand. "I just lost my dad to the same thing last year, I know how Miranda will feel."
Mom grab Kim's hand and she holds it for about ten minutes. "Take care of her, make sure Sam takes good care of her."
"I will, miss Jenkins." Kim smiles.
Mama grins and shoos us away. Kim helps me get ready for my date with my wolf boy. That's what the research said. I'm not scared of him, if that is what he thinks.
Kim and I sit on my couch and wait for Paul. He is twenty minutes late.
--- a few hours later ___
"He stood me up." I whisper as Kim helps me into the tub.
"Let me call him."
---- Kim's POV ---
What's wrong with Paul. I dial his cell and he answers.
"Kim, don't bitch me out." He growls.
"Do you expect me not to?!" I yell. "Miranda is in a hot bath crying because you stood her up!"
"I thought she was scared of me." He growls at me again.
"Well, wrong buddy. Get your ass over here and talk to her."
---- Paul's POV---
I know what you're thinking, 'what an ass?' I'm really not. Once Sam told me she knows the secret, I thought Miranda was scared of me. That's why I never showed up.
I jog across the street and an angry Kim opens the door. She says she is in the tub. I jog up the stairs and I go in the bathroom.
"Miranda, I didn't show up because I thought you were scared of me." I tell her truthfully.
She sighs. "It's okay, Paul. I'm not scared of you."
"Want to go to church with my mom and me?" I asks. "She goes on Sunday's. I want to bring you."
--- Miranda's POV---
"Yeah, is love you." I reply.
I am going to church with Paul and Anne Lahote tomorrow morning. Paul helps me out of the tub and and he dresses me. Kim smiles at us as we leave the bathroom and Paul goes home.
I make some lunch for Kim and myself before I go and check on my mom. She is sleeping. Her pulse appears weak. I sigh as I see the hospice nurse enter the room.
"I give her any day." The nurse, Helen, says.
I sigh sadly. "Alright. I'm going to church in the morning. Text my cell if she goes before I come home."
"I will, sugar." Helen smiles.
I go downstairs and tell Kim what the hospice nurse just told me. Kim hugs me and says maybe I can ask the priest to pray to ask God to take care of my mom. I'll do that.
I go to my room that night and Kim goes home. I change into some simple pajamas and I climb into my comfy bed. I close my eyes and I let sleep come over.
