I tell him this with a childlike roll of my eyes and a condescending shake of my head as I turn my attention to my phone buzzing inside my purse. I pounce on it, eager to finally have something interesting to focus on because even though logic tells me the doctor’s done this a hundred times and knows what he’s doing, I’m convinced that saw is going to chop Levi’s leg right off, and I just can’t.
“And FYI,” I snipe at him as I read the incoming text. “Your ‘surprise’ sucks.”
Mom:Hey, sweetie! How’s the view from where you’re standing?
The text I get from my mom is teasing and an incredibly cheesy play on my name, and because this day is already heading south, it makes me long for home. My real home. Not the couch I’ve been crashing on in my friend’s studio apartment back in Cincinnati, or the bed so graciously afforded to me by Levi, but the one from when I was a kid—a saggy twin-size mattress stacked on top of a creaky box spring and set on an old metal hospital style frame. The blankets and sheets were mismatched and covered with tiny nubs. It wasn’t glamorous or even particularly pretty, but it was mine and it smelled of home.
Me:View is great. How’s the sun there?
Mom: Hot. But my tan looks fabulous!
Her text is followed by a picture of her dressed in a very classic fifties style navy and white polka dot one-piece lying out by the pool. I recognize the landscape behind her and know she’s at home.
Me:Looking great, Mom. How is David enjoying the weather?
Mom: He’s in Japan until Friday. I have the house to myself.
Me: House party!
Mom: LOL I think I left my wild streak back in the sixties.
Me: Maybe you should hire a detective to track it down.
Unlike many of the rich housewives I’ve been introduced to, my mom is a homebody. The only thing she needs to be happy is her kids, her home, and her husband. She has two out of the three. David Black is a nice enough guy and a decent enough stepfather, but he falls short as a husband.
Before the ink was even dry on the marriage license, he was off on the first of many long business trips. He’s hardly ever home, which leaves Mom alone more often than not, and she doesn’t have many friends to keep her occupied, though not by any choice of her own.
As soon as the women in the community uncovered her humble beginnings, she became the black sheep, unwelcome pretty much everywhere aside from those rare times when she was permitted to accompany David to one of his charity galas or some other snobbish affair.
I know my mother isn’t happy, but try telling her that. I learned long ago that there is no changing her mind. She married David Black and she is determined to make her marriage work. What’s she’s doing is honorable, I guess, but it’s certainly not what I would do. When I get married, it’s going to be to a man who lives for me, because if he can live without me, then he’s not worth the time or hassle.
Mom:How is the living situation? Is Levi being nice?
I grunt to myself,and then type my response.Nice digs. Roommate didn’t work out. Stuffed his body in the incinerator.
Mom: You’re a riot.
Me: Maybe I’m not kidding.
Mom: Hang in there. Only a few weeks left. Be nice.
I can’t believe she’s telling me to be the nice one. Clearly, Levi has her as snowed as the rest of the country.
Me: Oh, I will. *shakes fist*
Mom: Be nice! LOL
I can picture her smiling in my mind and chuckle to myself.
“Who the hell are you talking to?” Levi’s voice comes as a shock, and I jerk my head up to find him watching me with an amused smile. “Your fingers were flying,” he says, pointing to the phone in my hand. “Boyfriend?”
“I don’t have a boyfriend,” I grumble, then send off another quick text to my mom.
Me:At the doctor’s. Gotta go.
Mom: Is everything ok?
Me: Levi’s getting his cast off. I told the doc to take the leg, but he doesn’t take bribes. *sigh*
Mom: You crack me up. Ok, love you!
Me: K, love you too!
Tucking the phone back in my purse, I sit back in my chair, noticing the lack of noise right away. “You’re done?”
Extending his leg out in front of him, Levi says, “Cracked that baby off five minutes ago. The smell was horrific. Guess you didn’t notice because you were too wrapped up in talking to lover boy.”
“It was my mom.”
His eyes widen. “She’s a boy?”
“You are intolerable,” I reply, scowling.
His expression sobering, he asks, “How is she?”
“Alone.”
Dropping his gaze to the floor, he grows silent, and I welcome it. My mom’s impossible not to love, and we both know what a crap deal she got hitching herself to his father. It’s difficult not to feel sorry for her.
“So are you all set then?” I ask, needing to escape the oppressive feeling talking about our parents stirs up.
“Doc, are we all set?” Levi asks the man in the white lab coat who is busily writing notes in his file.
“You’re set,” the doctor confirms, “but,” he adds quickly when Levi moves to jump down from the table, “I want you to remember that while the bones have mended you still need to take it easy. That means limiting your activities. Nothing too vigorous or strenuous right now. You’re going to have to work up to where you were. Do you have a physical trainer lined up to help you with that?”
Levi tips his head toward me. “You’re looking at her.”
The minute I agreed to be his therapist, David had Levi’s records faxed over, and I got to work putting a schedule together. I meet the doctor’s cool blue stare and nod hello. “I’m up-to-date on his records and have a plan already in place to get him back into top form.”
“Well, then. We’re all done here.”
After exchanging handshakes, the doctor instructs Levi to schedule a follow-up appointment and we head out.
After grabbing a quick lunch in a drive-thru window and eating in the car in the parking lot, Levi drives us in the opposite direction.
“So where to next?” I ask him.
“It’s a surprise.” A smile stretches across his face, and it looks so good on him, it’s a struggle not to stare.
Staring out the window, I droll, “Another surprise? Well, color me excited. I can barely contain myself.”
“Well, try your hardest, princess.” Levi chuckles. “You’re going to love this one. I guarantee it.”
***
“I’m beginning to think you don’t know what the meaning of surprise is.”
The gym Levi brought us to is nice. Really nice. From the outside, I could see through the glass front that it has two levels. From the inside, I can see it’s been outfitted with all of the latest and most expensive pieces of equipment—treadmills, stair climbers, weight benches, ellipticals, even a lap pool, and the list goes on. It’s a personal trainer’s dream. As a therapist, my mind is already teeming with possibilities.
“How are you feeling right now?” Levi asks.
I look around the gym, torn, but because I never expected this, I settle on, “Shocked.”
Tossing his heavy arm around my shoulder, Levi jerks me playfully into his side. “I hate to tell you this,” he says low enough so that only the two of us can hear him, “but that’s the definition of a surprise.”
Planting my palms against his side, I shove him away, but he’s sturdy enough that he barely budges. “You’re such an ass.”
Pursing his lips, he blows me a kiss.
I glare at him.
He laughs.
S.o.b.
“So, where do we start?” Levi’s eyes dance with mischief as he scans the open floor and the collection of machines. “Weights? Leg press?”
Shaking my head, I step past him, taking the lead. “Think smaller.”