Tears Behind Our Eyes: A Prequel

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

After my little binge, I felt bad for weeks. School ended and we were almost sophomores. Mia Kaye and I argued, never fought, a couple times but they all ended up with us kissing, sometimes more than that. I had planned in advance a trip for Mia Kaye and I.

I knocked on the door. It took a couple minutes for Mia Kaye to open the door, I couldn't blame her, it was five in the morning. When she opened the door, she yawned and whimpered. It was thunderstorming. "Huh?

I chuckled, "What, you're not happy to see me?"

"That's not it at all, babe," she yawned and stretched her arms. "I'm just not happy to see you at my door so early when you know my dad unlocks it so he can just walk out in the morning. You could have just walked in and climbed into bed with me like you usually--."

John cleared his throat, uncomfortable. "I respect him for not doing that, Amelia Kaye. Jackson, how are you?" Mia Kaye blushed a rose red.

"I'm good, sir. Thank you very much," I replied while looking at my secret fiance, smirking. She let me in the apartment, kissing me on the cheek as a respect to my dad but still showing affection. I dropped a blanket onto the couch and hugged her, grabbing her hand as we walked to the island counter in the kitchen where John was. "You leaving, sir?"

"On-call," Mia Kaye explained as John had a mouthful of heart-healthy oatmeal.

"Cool, what operation? New York, right?" Technically, John wasn't supposed to talk about operations to teenagers in high school but he always talked about me and Mia Kaye to patients; sometimes if the case was super cool, he'd ask for permission to tell us "aspiring surgeons" some of the details. A lot of his patients were VIPs or family in some way with VIPs so they're usually cool with it as long as their names aren't discussed.

John nodded,"Lumbar decompressive laminectomy. I have a patient that's five years old with lumbar stenosis. It'll be more difficult because she's so small. But I got this. I just have to go right now for the jet." He rinsed his bowl in the sink, grabbed his medical bag and gave Mia Kaye a kiss on her head. He hugged me and his daughter, telling us to behave and be safe. He walked out the door and my girlfriend and secret fiancee turned to me.

"How in hell did you know my dad was home? He was so quiet, I thought he left earlier. I heard cabinets close around four."

"I parked in the garage, the truck was there, duh."

"You don't have a parking space," she pointed out.

I smirked knowing she was clueless. "I have my ways Mia Kaye..." I was about to kiss her but then I decided to whisper, "Why don't I see those pajamas more often?" She looked down, in a tight onesie, white and blush pink letters that read "I Love My Boyfriend", without a bra but not noticeably so and bunny slippers with curly hair tied up in what was a messy bun.

"Shut up," she laughed. "Our laundry lady has been sick and Dad is clueless. I tried and turned his lab coat pink. We need her. This is all I have."

"So you don't love your boyfriend?"

She rolled her eyes, "Nope, but I love thinking about him," she teased.

"What's your boyfriend's name? He sounds... dreamy."

"Hm," she faked her thought, "It's Colton Lane and you have no idea. He lives in Florida right now but we're meeting back up for junior or senior year," I gloated. "His green eyes showed he's a kind, generous person. We got married in Jacksonville in second grade and he wanted our kids to have his blonde hair. He's big, like a wrestler but it's all muscle and he's fit. Baseball can do that to a person, I guess," she shrugged, then I noticed a tiny flinch of pain in her face. Was this person real?

My mouth dropped open, "Detailed, damn. Also sounds a little like me only I'm in football."

"Maybe," she wrapped her arms around my neck and my hands held her waist. she kissed me, smiling from feeling her touch. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

Mia Kaye whispered, "What do you have planned for today? Why did you bring a blanket? It's plenty warm in here... and in bed."

I smirked, at her "bed" comment, knowing for a fact she meant sex. But this early in the morning? "I may be stupid for saying this, but later. You need to get dressed... very warmly, please."

"Where are we going?" Both of us walked to her closet-slash-dressing-room next to the bedroom, she picked out clothes and showed them to me. I shook my head. She would freeze her tiny ass off if she wore any of the clothes she showed me. I said no to her favorite cream colored cable knit sweater and a maroon skirt with boots and apparently it offended her. "If you told me where, this would be easier," she complained.

I was hesitant, trying to tell if it were a trick, but decided to spill the beans, "A football game." She looked at me, confused. "And more, don't worry," I reassured her.

"No, I don't care about that, I'm down with a good football game. But why so early? It's at CenturyLink Field, right?" Uh, yeah, let's go with that...

I winked at her, "I'm going to make us breakfast, you get dressed. It's freezing. No skirts." I laughed and left. She ended up putting on sexy skinny jeans, a white long sleeve shirt that had little grey snowflakes on it under a burgundy cardigan, tall brown boots with grey boot socks peeking over the top, and a black Kate Spade purse. Damn, she looked hot.

I cooked two egg omelettes, both vegetarian with glasses of orange juice. I smiled, "Well look at my hot girlfriend. Damn! Mia Kaye, you're hot." She rolled my eyes. "Except when you do that," I teased. Why can't girls just accept a compliment?

She laughed, "I have to do my hair, I'm just hungry right now."

"Great," I set the table and we ate, not taking very long but long enough to have a normal conversation about whatever the topic was. Afterwards, Mia Kaye came out of the bathroom with some kind of double braid messy bun.

"You look fancy for a football game."

"Thanks...?" I grabbed the blanket, kissed her head, held Mia Kaye's hand and we left, locked up using the key hidden in the turtle's butt outside the door.

I opened the door to the car for Amelia Kaye and drove (yes, drove-- I had my license already) until we stopped at a jet terminal "What the hell? How'd you manage to pull this off? We're staying on this side of the country, right?" She asked, making me smirk and shake my head, getting out and opening the door for her.

"We're waiting for Hunter. Going to New York, he has some kind of photography thing he wants to go to. We'll get there early enough before the football game, where we'll meet back together." I guided us to the jet and continued, "Meanwhile, until he's done and it's time for the game, I've made an appointment for us to go somewhere.

"Why all the way in New York?"

"I'm recruiting a patient for John," I answered as Hunter arrived in a taxi. Hunter met with us and off to the same city my dad was in.

On the other side of the country.