20 Days In His Bedroom

Chapter Forty Seven

"Kyle!" his mother called after him, her voice taut with pain. He didn't answer. His footsteps thudded heavily down the hallway, then disappeared.

"I'm... I'm so sorry," I whispered, guilt knotting in my throat as I turned toward her.

She blinked at me, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Why are you apologizing?"

"I just..." I hesitated. "I can imagine how you must feel. I didn't mean to cause trouble." Why did I say sorry? Stupid as I am. She will now start to think that I am the reason why he doesn't want to return back with her.

"You haven't." Her voice was flat. "This is between me and my son. He's been shutting me out for years. You're just... new in the middle of it."

I swallowed. There was a flicker in her eyes—hurt masked by pride. She was trying so hard not to cry. Kyle had been too harsh.

"Would you like something to drink?" I asked gently.

"No, honey. I'm fine." She smoothed her hair back with trembling fingers just as her phone buzzed. "Excuse me." She turned and stepped outside to take the call.

I quietly walked toward Kyle's room, hesitant. I knocked, then slowly pushed the door open. He was sitting at the edge of the bed, face buried in his hands.

"Kyle?"

"What?" His voice was low, strained—but not angry.

I walked inside. "Why did you say that to her? She came all this way."

"I know." He dragged a hand through his hair. "Twy, please... I don't want to talk about it." He pulls his hair. Calling me Twy brought me butterflies.

The room fell silent, heavy with things unsaid. I moved to sit beside him, careful to leave space between us.

"She looked like she was going to cry," I said softly.

He glanced at the space between us—then slid closer. Typical Kyle. Even in pain, he couldn't resist teasing me.
"Kyle, please please. Go talk to her for me. It's a favor." I beg him.

"Why is talking to my mother a favor for you?"

"I want you to do this. Your mom will hate me. She will think I am the reason why you don't wanna leave here."

"Why do you care about how my mom feels towards you? She'll be a bad mother in law?" He smirks the same way he does when he wants to tease me. I love this smirk though. He looks like a bad boy when he smirks like this.

"You worried about your future mother-in-law not liking you?" he smirked, the edge of his mouth twitching.

I punched his arm lightly. "Don't joke."

"She'll love you eventually." He winked. Oh my God. Is he talking seriously? Will he marry me? Twy, he is just joking. Don't make a big deal out of it.

"Talk to her please. Do it for me please." I hold his arm.

He stared at me. A flicker of something passed over his face—something raw, conflicted. He let out a deep breath, then stood.

"I'll do anything for you....except this." He stares at my eyes.

"You're a liar. It's a very small thing and you couldn't-"

"Okay. If that will please you, okay." He stands up nervously.

I followed him quietly to the living room. His mother had just ended her call. Her eyes lit up when she saw him.

"Mom," he said. His voice was quiet but steady.