Breaking Love Full Hearts 2 (27 page)

Elliott looked over at him. “Really?”

“Definitely. You know what? I’d like to get you a set, but only if you don’t think it would bother your mom. You were quite the brave soldier yourself in taking care of your Grandma last night. I think that deserves a treat.”

“Oh, she won’t mind a bit! I’m sure of it. I know her better than anyone,” Elliott said, carefully choosing among the identical tins.

Luc chuckled to himself as he watched Elliott pick up each tin to examine it before finally settling on one. His cellphone buzzed, indicating a message.

How’s it going? Has my son said anything insulting or patronizing since you left here?

He’s great. His honesty is rather refreshing, and he’s helped to outfit me so I’ll fit in with the cool kids. I said he could pick out a small toy for being so brave last night. I hope I haven’t overstepped my boundaries.

That’s alright. He has been pretty terrific about everything. I don’t mind, but nothing else, please. I don’t want him to start thinking he can take advantage of you.

Only his mom can do that. . . .

Exactly.

We’re going to your house now to play video games. He wants to teach me ‘how to drive’ in some car game. He thinks I can learn, although he’s certain that my old-man hand-eye coordination will allow him to dominate me.

Lol. Hope you don’t mind.

I’m looking forward to it!

* * *

“There’s something wrong with this controller! I can’t make these turns like you,” Luc huffed, moving the controller erratically, causing his driver to crash into the side wall again.

Elliott was laughing hysterically as he expertly manoeuvred his car across the finish line. “It’s totally you. Both controllers work.”

Luc shook his head in disgust. “No, no. That’s not possible. I have lightning-fast reflexes. I’ve even driven a race car in real life and it was easier than this.”

Elliott turned to him, eyes wide as saucers, forgetting completely about the game. “You drove a real race car?”

“Yes. I have a very good friend who is a Formula One driver. I went with him one day when he was practising.”

“That’s amazeballs! How fast did you go?”

“Amazeballs? You think so?” Luc laughed. “I went just over two hundred kilometres per hour. Not as fast as they go in real races, but twice as fast as you’re allowed to drive on the freeway.”

“Wow . . . Can I do it sometime?”

“That’s one of those things you can do only when you’re a grown-up. I also have a feeling your mother wouldn’t be as excited by that idea as you are.”

“You’re right.” Elliott hung his head for a moment. “She never lets me do anything exciting.”

“Moms are funny that way. They have this annoying habit of wanting to keep their kids alive. Mine was the same way.”

“I hear ya, dude. I hear ya. . . .” Elliott agreed.

“Speaking of your mom, she said she needed to clean out the spare room for your grandma. What if we did that together, you and me? Give her a bit of a break?”

“Okay, but one more game first.”

“Only if you switch controllers with me.”

Elliott handed him the other controller. “It won’t help. I’m still going to kick your butt.”

* * *

An hour later, Megan got a call from Luc. She was sitting, watching her mom pick at the unappetizing-looking hospital food. She walked over to the window and answered. “Hello?”

“Megan. I have a quick question for you. Do you have a minute?”

“Of course. How are things going there?”

“Terrific, actually. I had no idea how amusing children could be. I would have had some of my own had I known.”

“Yeah, Elliott is a pretty funny little man. I’m glad you’re getting along. I’ve been worried that it might be a bit much, or boring, for you.”

“Not at all, actually. I’m very much enjoying the day. Listen, we’ve started a little project and I have to ask for your help.”

“Okay. . . .” Megan replied.

“I’m trying to figure out how to use your washing machine. There are a lot of knobs and buttons. It’s not like mine at home.”

“You mean the one your housekeeper uses?”

“That’s the one,” he admitted sheepishly.

“What are you washing?”

“The sheets for the spare room. I thought you would want to freshen them up for your mom.”

“You mean you
actually
found the bed under that mess?”

“Yes. Elliott and I have been very busy getting the boxes out of there. We put most of them in the storage room downstairs. I hope that’s okay.”

“That’s perfect! Wow! I was thinking I would have to put my mom in my bedroom for the night and spend most of the evening cleaning out the spare room. Thank you
so
much, Luc!”

“It’s nothing, really. Do you know yet when you can bring her home?”

“No. She’s still really dizzy. They’re waiting for the Gravol to wear off so they can try another type of medication to see if that’ll make a difference. The test results confirmed everything, so that’s a huge relief.”

“Good. I’m very glad.”

“Thanks, Luc. For everything.”

“You’re very welcome. Now, how do I open this washing machine?”

* * *

“Elliott, what do you American boys like to eat for dinner?” Luc asked.

“Spaghetti or pizza.”

“Okay, let’s see what we’ve got for ingredients.”

Luc looked through the fridge and cupboards, finding a box of spaghetti as well as everything he needed to make a tomato sauce with baby clams.

“Alright, shall we cook?”

“Yup!” Elliott grinned enthusiastically.

“If we do a good job, it will impress your mom, yes?”

“Yes, it will.”

“Excellent. That’s what I was hoping for,” Luc replied, opening drawers until he found the pots.

“I don’t think you have to impress her. She already likes you. I can tell.”

“Really? How can you tell?” Luc gave Elliott a sideways glance as he filled a pot with water.

“When we saw you at the hospital, she had a funny look on her face and her cheeks turned red, like people in the movies.”

“Is that so? How interesting.” Luc smiled a little at Elliott’s observation.

Elliott scrunched up his face at Luc. “Don’t get your hopes up, though. She said you aren’t getting married together.”

“Did she say that?” Luc turned on the burner and poured some olive oil into the pot.

“Yes. In the car. I asked her and she said you’re just friends.”

“She’s right. We are just friends,” Luc replied, searching the drawers for a garlic press. “Would you like your mom to get married to someone?”

“Yeah, I think it would be good for her. She hates doing yard work and other jobs husbands do. She says she’s happy, though, so I should stop worrying about her.”

“Do you think she is happy?”

“Now that I think about it, she does seem nicer lately.”

“Really? So you notice something different about her?”

“Yeah, she sings a lot more and dances around the kitchen when she cooks. She jokes with me more and she’s giving me more treats than normal.”

“Hmm, what do you think is making her so happy?” Luc asked.

“Probably me.” Elliott shrugged. “I’ve been remembering to flush the toilet now that I’m almost seven.”

Luc laughed out loud again as he chopped an onion into tiny pieces. The dryer buzzed, indicating the sheets were dry.

“Oh! Let’s get this sauce going so we can make the bed.”

An hour later, Megan walked through the door, looking completely wiped as she took off her boots. Elliott ran to greet her with a big grin. “MOM! We have a surprise for you! Lots of them, actually! Come on! Come on with me!”

“Okay, buddy. Just give me a minute to get my coat off.”

Luc walked around the corner from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a dishtowel. “Hello, how’s your mom?”

Megan took in the sight of him standing there in jeans and a T-shirt, looking so at home. There was something so natural about it, she was taken aback for a minute as she gazed at him. “She’s okay. They said she has to stay one more night at least. She still doesn’t have the balance to leave.”

“That’s a shame. Hopefully early tomorrow, then. Did you take a cab to get here? We would have picked you up.”

“It sounded like you were so busy, I didn’t want to disturb you,” Megan said, hanging up her coat and shutting the closet door. “What is that heavenly smell?” she asked.

Elliott pulled her by the arm into the kitchen. “That’s surprise number one! We cooked supper for you!”

“Mmm. This all looks amazing!” Megan exclaimed.

Tomato sauce was gently bubbling in a pot while next to it, water for the pasta was at a furious boil. In the oven, the light was on and carrots were roasting. A large bowl of salad sat on the table, ready to be eaten.

“It’s spaghetti and clam sauce and we made carrots in the oven and Luc even put maple syrup on them! Come on upstairs! I want to show you Grandma’s room!”

“Okay, Elliott! Slow down a bit. Mom’s tuckered out.”

He propelled himself up the stairs and turned back to frantically wave her along. When they reached the room, Megan gasped and hugged Elliott. All the boxes were gone, the bed was neatly made and a framed photo of Elliott with his grandma sat on the bedside table.

“Did you and Luc get
all
this done today?”

“Yup.” He beamed proudly. “Pretty awesome, right?”

“Pretty awesome,” Megan agreed, giving Elliott a big hug. “Now, how am I going to thank you both?”

“Two desserts for me?” Elliott asked hopefully.

“You’re all about the sweets, aren’t you?”

“Just like you.” Luc spoke up from his vantage point at the bedroom door.

Megan grinned at him and shook her head a little, in shock. “This is just . . . better than the jet, frankly.”

“Really? Better than a private jet? So I could have saved myself a considerable amount of money.” He gave her a little wink.

“Thank you,” she said, her eyes shining with sincere appreciation.

“Uh-oh! Are you guys going to kiss? Yuck!” Elliott screeched, dropping behind the other side of the bed.

Megan rolled her eyes. “Relax, Elliott, we’re just friends, remember? Now, what can I do to help with dinner?”

“Come and sit down. It’s all ready.”

The three sat down to the delicious meal, Megan feeling overwhelmed by a sense of gratitude. If Elliott hadn’t been there keeping the conversation going, she might have started to tear up. The depth of emotion she was feeling, combined with exhaustion, was catching up with her.

“Luc says all men should learn to cook but that hardly any of them bother. He says most men are not so smart, because their women do all the cooking and then they don’t have energy enough for the more important things in life.”

“Did he, now?” Megan raised an eyebrow at Luc.

Luc cleared his throat. “Yes, well, things like going dancing or maybe for a walk. Women like these things.”

“Luc’s been teaching me about romance.”

“Oh, has he?” Megan tried not to laugh as she watched Luc squirm. “Does he know a lot about romance?”

“Yup. And he told me he’ll give me all his best tricks for how to get the ladies.” Elliott took a gulp of milk. “He said American men don’t have the first clue about women, but with a few simple tricks, the girls will be like putty in my hands.”

Megan broke out into a laugh, putting her forkful of noodles back down on her plate.

Luc shook his head a little, trying to look convincing. “No, I don’t remember saying that. You must have me confused with some other Frenchman you know. I don’t know what he was thinking, telling you that stuff. You are far too young for romance.” He added some more carrots to Elliott’s plate. “Here. Put lots of these in your mouth,” he said with a little wink.

* * *

“Can Luc do my bedtime?” Elliott called down the stairs.

Megan glanced over at Luc with a questioning look. She was standing at the kitchen sink, rinsing the pasta pot while Luc stood beside her drying the lid with a towel.

“Do you want to read to him a bit? It’s okay to say no. I can just tell him I didn’t get to spend enough time with him today,” she said under her breath.

“I would really enjoy reading to him,” Luc answered truthfully. “Besides, if I don’t go, you’ll probably put me to work.”

Megan laughed. “Yes. This floor needs a good scrubbing.”

Elliott raced into the kitchen, wearing blue jammies that were slightly too short in the sleeves and legs. “Well? I didn’t hear your answer. Can Luc do my bedtime, Mom?”

“How about if he does the reading part and I’ll come up for lights out and snuggle time?” she said.

“Okay! Let’s go, Luc! I want to show you these comic books my mom gave me. They’re hilarious. They’re about a boy named Calvin and he has a tiger that’s real, except everyone else thinks he’s just a stuffed animal.”

Luc followed him up the stairs as Elliott talked on happily. Megan returned the pots to their place in the drawer and turned the light off above the kitchen sink. Walking slowly over to the living room, she collapsed onto the couch to rest for a few minutes. Upstairs, she could hear the distant sounds of Luc and Elliott reading and laughing together. She strained her ears, trying to catch some of what they were saying. Her cellphone rang and she answered.

“Harper, hello, my friend,”

“Hi, Meg. Just called to check on your mom.”

“She has to stay at the hospital one more night, but she should be fine in a couple of weeks.”

“Thank God! This must have been so scary for you. I’m just so glad she’ll be okay.”

“Me too. Last night, when Elliott called me, it was one of the most terrifying moments of my life.”

“I believe it. Oh shit, I just realized I’m interrupting bedtime, aren’t I?”

“Um, well, Luc is reading to Elliott right now.”

There was a long pause from Harper before she finally replied. “What did you just say?”

“I know. I know,” Megan sighed, picking at a fuzzball on her sleeve. “It goes against everything I’ve ever said about dating and my life and Elliott. I was desperate. I couldn’t find anyone to watch him today and the two of them just seemed to like each other right off the bat. And you know what? It’s turned into a shockingly good day, actually. Luc ended up spending the day with him while I was at the hospital. They had a great time. Elliott made him play video games, and Luc cleaned out the spare room and even changed the sheets so it’s all ready when my mom gets out of the hospital. Then he made the most delicious meal and helped with the dishes.”