Too Far 05 - Simple Perfection

grandchild.”
    Blaire was poised and beautiful. She wasn’t dealing with something like a mental illness, so you would think her mother-in-law would have loved her. But she represented something to Rush’s mother that couldn’t ever go away. It was part of the dark past she shared with Blaire’s dad.
    “I heard Rush’s dad was in town last week visiting Nate,” I said, remembering how the entire club had talked nonstop about the drummer from Slacker Demon being in town. He was a legend, just like the rock band he was a part of.
    “Yes. Dean is a wonderful grandfather. It is a bit surreal to see him cuddling with Nate and singing to him. Nate adores the man. I love to watch Rush’s face while he witnesses his dad with his son. It brings me to tears every time.”
    “I would imagine that is special,” I replied. I didn’t have parents who would see any child I might have one day. If I ever felt safe enough to have a child.

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    M y mother was driving me nuts. She was lonely. I understood that. With Angelina gone, she spent most of her time alone. Mother had never done well alone. I had seen her at the club playing tennis with a few of her friends earlier in the week. She had put on a good show for them, treating me like she was proud of me. But I knew she was still mad at me. I’d been going along with her acting all my life.
    I had sent Della to my office to organize some files on my desk that didn’t really need organizing. I just wanted her safely out of the way while Mother was here. I wasn’t sure my mom could act as if she liked Della. And I wasn’t going to have Della hurt or embarrassed.
    The rest of the staff loved Della. When they saw her coming, everyone became happier and nicer. They didn’t want to let her down. Whatever had been wrong the moment before they were willing to fix. It was helping me out a shit-ton. My jealousy over the fact that the males on my staff bent over backward to make her smile was difficult. But then who wouldn’t want to make Della happy? I couldn’t be mad at them for that. As long as they kept their hands off of her.
    “Where’s Della?” Marco, our golf pro, asked as he walked into the clubhouse.
    “Why do you need Della?” I asked, reminding myself that this man was happily married.
    “She was working on getting me a sub for next week. They’re inducing Jill on Monday and I want to be with her and the baby the first week.”
    “I have her working on something. I’ll check to make sure she has a sub for you. You should be with your wife and child,” I replied.
    “Thanks, Mr. Kerrington,” he replied, and nodded before heading over to grab a water from the cooler.
    The back door swung open and Vince stood there, looking wide-eyed. “Mr. Kerrington, sir, you need to come quick.”
    It was Della. I knew that look. She was having one of her episodes. Shit!
    I ran for the door. “Where is she?” I asked him.
    “In your office, sir. She came up to see you and then your mom stopped by. I tried to call you but it went to voice mail. Your mom went into the office to talk to Della. After she came out I heard Della whimpering. I knocked, sir, but she didn’t respond so I went in.”
    “That’s enough. I know the rest. Don’t tell anyone about this, do you understand?” I waited until he nodded before I sprinted across the parking lot into the main offices. My mother is off her damn leash. Fuck! I shouldn’t have left Della alone for so long.
    Several people called my name as I ran for the stairs, not wanting to wait on the damn elevator. Taking the stairs two at a time, I reached the third floor in less than a minute. My office door was closed and I was thankful Vince hadn’t left her exposed to whoever walked up there.
    I swung the door open and scanned the room until I found her sitting against the wall with her knees pulled up to her chin. Her arms were wrapped around her legs and she was rocking back and forth, whimpering. I hated seeing her like this. She’d been doing so well. Her night terrors had eased off; she hadn’t experienced any in a month, at least.
    “Della.” I called her name as I walked over to her, hoping she could hear me and my voice would draw her out. I bent down beside her and pulled her into my arms. She was stiff and cold.
    “No, no, no, no, no,” she chanted over and over.
    “I have you, sweetheart. You’re in my arms. I have you, Della. Shh, it’s okay. Come back to me, baby. Please come back to me. I’m