Fuse

thirty - four | birthday gift

K A N E W A L K E R

I watch Spencer as she sits with her parents on the terrace. She looks so content with them, so happy, so.. herself.

She keeps thanking me every chance she gets for allowing them to come here but I keep assuring her she has nothing to thank me for. I wanted to do this for her, she needs this kind of closure to help her move on. Her parents needed to know what happened and I needed her to know that she could tell them.

The only way she will get through this is by talking. Bottling everything up will only eat at her and she'll never fully be able to put this horrific ordeal behind her.

Harlow came over last night with Asher to see them. She's only met them twice and they were really happy to see her again. We tried to make it a more comfortable evening for Spencer, considering the type of news she had to break to them.

They seem like really nice people. Spencer looks a lot like her mom but I can tell she has her father's mannerisms. Although he was quick to want to kill Marshall yesterday, he seems like a genuinely calm person, much like Spencer.

I overheard them speaking about Spencer's birthday which is in two weeks. I never even really thought about it before but I didn't actually know when her birthday was — she doesn't know mine either. I guess with everything going on, birthdays was the last things on our minds.

She's turning twenty-three and I want it to be special. Obviously I have to be sensitive and make sure I don't push her too much but I want to make this a day where she's able to almost forget about everything that's happened and just focus on enjoying herself.

Maybe we could have a small gathering for her here? I could invite her parents back over and Harlow and Asher can come around? We don't have to have anything extreme, just Spencer and us.

I'm snapped from my thoughts by my phone ringing and I pick it up. "Hey mom." I say into the speaker.

"Hi honey, I was just checking in to see how you are. I was figuring maybe I could come over tomorrow? It's been a while."

I run my hand though my hair, "Uh I'm not su—"

"Perfect! I'll come around at about twelve and we can catch up, I love you my baby." She chimes before hanging up.

I stare at my phone as the screen turns black. She's never exactly been one to hang around for a chat. I don't see my mom that often, mostly because she's busy running her modelling company but when I do see her it's only very brief.

Kennedy calls her the Kris Jenner of New Orleans, and when I very stupidly told her I didn't know who she was, she made me sit through about three hours of their tv shows back to back. It's safe to say I know more about their life than I do of my own.

What am I supposed to say to Spencer? My moms a little different to her's and the last thing I want is for her feel uncomfortable, especially after coming so far already. She might not think she has but three days ago she couldn't even eat, now she finally managed to eat her first proper meal last night.

I'm so proud of her.

When it's time for her parents to leave she becomes emotional again. I told her that they could stay for as long as she wanted but she insisted that it's best if they go back today. She's always thinking of others before herself, about their wants and needs rather than her own.