Rutland
Balloons float above my head, their vivid colors contrasting the azure sky. The garden in Jordan and Sashaâs home is transformed into a haven of celebration. Tables laden with mouthwatering delicacies, the tinkling sound of laughter, children chasing each other â everything is just as one would expect at Khalebâs baptism. Yet the beauty of the day, the childlike wonder of a babyâs initiation into a larger community, makes everything feel fresh and extraordinary.
My eyes are drawn to little Khaleb, his face an epitome of innocence, cradled protectively in the arms of adoring family members. The joy around his new journey in life is infectious. I canât help but let my own emotions soar with the uplifting mood of the party.
Suddenly, my gaze stumbles upon a familiar form. Itâs Adam, the sharp cut of his jaw, those piercing eyes. A flood of memories and unsaid words fill my mind. I feel a jolt, the smooth fabric of my dress sticking to my back.
Without thinking, I pull Jordan aside to the entrance, needing the shield of distance from the partyâs noise. âWhy is Adam here?â My voice sounds more shrill than intended.
Jordan smirks, a glint in his eye. âHe moved back last year, sis. Rutlandâs not that big, you know.â
I take a deep breath, trying to mask the flurry of emotions threatening to surface. âYou shouldâve told me.â
Jordan leans in, his playful tease evident. âI never thought Iâd see the day where Aisling would be caught off guard. What happened between you two, anyway?â
I glance back at Adam, our eyes meeting for a brief second before I avert my gaze. âItâs ancient history,â I murmur.
The musicâs tempo changes, a faster beat fills the air. Children rush towards the dance floor, their laughter filling the void of my conflicting feelings. For now, I must keep my emotions in check and celebrate Khalebâs day.
The mysteries of the past can wait.
Blushing, I confess, âYou know I had a bit of a crush on him in high school. He felt the same way about me. Jordanâs expression turned to shock, causing me to giggle.
âWe couldnât date, but seeing him again has brought back so many memories.â
âAre there any sparks flying?â he asks mischievously.
I shake my head, denying any romantic interest. âHeâs just a reminder of my past, almost like my first love. Itâs natural to feel something after not seeing him for over a decade.â
Then I see Sasha approach with little Khaleb in her arms, my heart swells with happiness at the sight of the newest addition to our family. âDo you need any help with the baby or is he ready to be fed?â I asks, always eager to lend a helping hand.
âHe just had a full bottle of milk,â she replies, passing the baby over to me. âHe likes to sleep on someoneâs arm.â
I hold Khaleb carefully, feeling his warmth and softness against my skin. âWell then, Aunty Aisling is ready to be your bed this afternoon,â I say, beaming at him as he drifts off to sleep in my embrace.