Forever Too Far

wish he’d not shave more often. I liked the way it felt too. He had taken out his earring and hardly ever wore it anymore.
         “Why do you think he’s here?” I asked
          Rush glanced over at me. “I was hoping he was here to meet you. But I don’t think he knew about you yet. He looked surprised. So that means this very well could be about Nan.”
         Nan. His sister hadn’t been back to Rosemary since her release from the hospital.  Rush didn’t seem to be worried about it but he loved his sister. I hated being the reason she stayed away. Now that she knew who her real father was and that I had never taken anything away from her I’d hoped we could be friends for Rush’s sake. It didn’t look like that was going to happen. 
         “Do you think Nan has gone to see Kiro?” I asked.
         Rush shrugged. “I don’t know. She seems different since her accident.”
         The car came to a stop outside the large beach house that had been purchased for Rush by his father when he was just a kid. Rush squeezed my hand. “I love you, Blaire. I’m so damn proud of the fact you’re going to be the mother of my son. I want everyone to know. Never doubt that.”
          My eyes stung with tears and I nodded before picking up his hand and kissing it. “I get emotional. You need to ignore me when I get like that.”
         Rush shook his head. “I can’t ignor e you. I want to reassure you.”
         The passenger side door opened and I jerked my head around to see Dean Finlay standing there with a smirk on his face. “Let the woman out of the car, son. It’s time I met the mother of my grandchild.”
         Dean held out his hand and I put mine in his not sure what else to do. His long fingers wrapped around my hand and he helped me down out of the Range Rover. Rush was there immediately taking my hand from his father’s and pulling me over to him.  His dad chuckled and shook his head. “I’ll be damned.”
         “Let’s get inside, ” Rush replied.
     

 
    RUSH
     
         Dean walked over to the sofa and sank down on it before pulling out a pack of cigarettes. Shit.   He was not what I wanted to deal with right now. “Can’t smoke in here or around Blaire, for that matter. It’s bad for the baby.”
        Dean cocked one of his eyebrows. “Hell boy, I’m pretty damn sure your momma smoke d cigarettes when she was pregnant with you.”
         I had no doubt that she did that and more . No way I’d expose my kid to that stuff. “Doesn’t mean it’s healthy. Blaire is nothing like Mom.”
         At the mention of her name, Blaire walked into the living room carrying two beers. I hadn’t asked her to get them. I didn’t like to see her wait on anyone. But she did it anyway. I walked over and met her halfway. “You didn’t have to get these,” I told her taking them from her as I placed a kiss on her temple.
        “I know. But we have a guest. I want him to feel welcome.”
        The sweet smile on her lips made it hard to concentrate on my dad. I wanted to take her up to the bedroom.
        “Bring me the beer boy , and stop being so damn overbearing. You’re gonna smother the girl. Don’t know what the fuck has gotten into you.”
         A small bubble of laughter came from Blaire ’s lips and I decided since he’d made her laugh I’d overlook his words.
        “ Here,” I said, shoving the beer his way. “Now, why’re you here?”
         “What? Can’t a dad come see his son when he wants to?”
        “It’s Rosemary. You never come here.”
         Dean shrugged and took a swig of his beer , then threw an arm over the back of the sofa and propped both his feet up on the coffee table. “Your sister is a crazy bitch. She’s fucking insane . We need help.”
         It was about Na n. I’d thought it might be. I sat down on the chair across from him and held my hand out to Blaire. I didn’t want her standing and I wanted her to feel welcome in our conversation. She walked over to me and I pulled her down to sit on my lap. “What has Nan done?” I asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.
         Dean took another long swig of his beer. Then ran his hand through his long shaggy hair. “Question is, what hasn’t she done. Damn girl is raising hell. We can’t get any rest. We finished up the tour two weeks ago and came back to LA to enjoy some down time. She showed up and all hell