My Everything

for the band. Elle is doing fairly well actually, but Peyton, she has trouble sometimes,” Josie says, holding in her emotions. I know her heart breaks for her best friend. I’ll never forget that night when everything changed.
    “That’s expected. Are the girls talking to anyone?”
    Liam shakes his head.
    “Well, maybe now that I’m back, I can start seeing them and help them figure some stuff out.”
    “That’d be nice, Nick. You should let her know.”
    “I will, Josie, when I see her next time.” Which I’m hoping is soon. “Um… I’m not trying to rush anything along, but when can I see Noah?”
    “Tomorrow,” they answer in unison.
    “That’s if you’re not busy,” Josie adds.
    I look at Aubrey who shakes her head. “No, we’re not busy.” I reply.
    “Good because he’s driving us nuts. He knew you were back and has asked when he can see you. I do believe he wants to yell at you so be prepared. Either way, he knew we were coming over here and he wanted to come. As much as I hate saying this, my son missed you.” Liam adds.
    I can’t hide my elation when they say tomorrow. I can’t wait to see him. I can’t wait to hug him and to apologize for my actions. I just hope he forgives me.
    “I know this isn’t what you want, but thank you.”
    “It’s what Noah wants.”
    Knowing that I’ll be seeing Noah tomorrow suddenly has me nervous. I know that Liam said he wants me to coach him, but what if after he meets Aubrey or doesn’t like my excuse that he hates me. I don’t think I can live with myself if he does.
    Tomorrow is a new day.

Chapter 10
     
    I stand on the football field and wait for school to get out. Noah is meeting me here. We were supposed to meet yesterday, but he wasn’t feeling well. I won’t lie, I was hurt and thought that he had changed his mind, but Josie assured me that he had eaten too much junk food the night before and was now paying the price. Something I remember him doing on occasion.
    When I see him walking across the field I want to run and pull him into my arms. He’s wearing a black beanie and his hands are tucked into his coat pockets. I’m glad to see he’s not out in the cold without staying warm. I know telling him what to do is no longer my responsibility, but I’m not sure the doctor in me would be able to keep my mouth shut.
    Noah looks up and sees me, he starts to run and I can’t keep my feet planted any longer. My stride is long and solid against the ground. His backpack is flopping from side to side as he pumps his arms back and forth just as I taught him. I fall to my knees when we collide and hold him in my arms. His arms wrap around my neck and he squeezes me tight. I’m unable to fight the tears as they stream down my face. I was such a fool for leaving him. He didn’t deserve the way I acted. I should’ve respected his choice in wanting to know his dad instead of making it difficult. I have so much to make up for.
    Noah takes a shuddering breath and it breaks my heart to know that I’ve made him cry. I hold him tighter, hoping to show him that I’m here for him and not going anywhere.
    “I’m so sorry, Noah.”
    He nods against my neck and all I can do is hold him and wait for him to be ready to talk. I don’t know how long we stay in the field like this, but it’s not nearly enough when he pulls back from me. He wipes his tears, his hands pulling down his cheeks. I don’t know how many times Josie has told him not to do that, but he doesn’t listen.
    “I’m so mad at you.”
    “I know,” I reply, swallowing the lump in my throat.
    “Why did you leave me?”
    As soon as he asks, his tears start flowing. I hate seeing him cry. I stand and pick him up and carry him over to the bleachers. He’s so much heavier than I remember, but I suppose you forget the mundane things you’ve done for so long when you suddenly stop doing them. I know he’s too big to be carried, but I’m doing it for me. I need him to know that I love him and that, regardless, he’ll always be my boy.
    I sit us down on the cold metal wishing I had brought a blanket. I brought a football for us to throw around not sure what to expect. Noah isn’t an over emotional child, but I think under the circumstances I will let him cry as much as he wants.
    I hold him in my lap, much like I did when he was little and would come in crying because he scraped his knees. I’d patch him up and talk about being tough and the next time he fell, he fought