Go Down Swinging |Coco Cruz|

Chapter 8

A Week Later...

This is not how I wanted to start this Tuesday morning. I can not be sick, I shouldn't be sick, I think to myself as I rolled over onto my back. I watched Joy curl in a ball and nuzzle against the pillow she was snuggling. She sneezed in her sleep and coughed gently.

To top it off Joy's sick as well, my subconscious tells me, she's your priority; get her feeling better, then you can get better.

I push myself up and put my feet on the floor. I stumble as made my way to my desk, hands shaking as I picked up my phone. I had gotten Coco's number after the dinner so it'd be easier to get in touch with him.

I blinked tiredly as I sent him a quick text. I began worrying it'd ruin our friendship that was developing; but I couldn't go further with him.

To: Coco
From: Izzy

Hey, I don't think I will be able to make it today. I've been feeling like crap and Joy's not feeling good either. I feel worse by cancelling on you; I'm sorry, I truly am. I hope you can forgive me and allow me to make it up to you.

I shuffle back to bed and lay back down with my daughter. I lay my phone between myself and Joy, finding myself wishing that Jax was still alive. He knew what to do when I felt like this; he knew when I needed to be up and when I needed to rest.

Tears fell down my cheeks as I looked to old photos of myself and Jax. The slowly rolling tears became small streams as I locked my phone, not seeing the text from Coco. I shake my head and let myself become numb and scared.

Would I forget Jax or remember him if I were ever to move on? Would someone want to fill the role of father for Joy? Would they want a broken woman?