Why Can’t It Be? 17

Chapter 17

Three Weeks Later…

“Are you still mad at me?” Ryan asked as they sat there, waiting to pull up to the curb so that she could get out and be miserable in a different state for the next two weeks.

“Are you still siding with him?” she asked, absently watching the organized chaos around them.

She should have just cancelled her trip and ate the cost of her ticket, but then she would have been forced to deal with questions from Richard’s mom and right now she really didn’t think that she could handle that without letting the woman know exactly what she thought of her son.

“Yes, yes I am,” Ryan said firmly as he pulled up closer to the curb.

“Then I’m still mad at you,” she said, releasing her seatbelt so that she could lean over and grab her carry-on bag.

“You didn’t leave him with much of a choice,” Ryan pointed out, again, as he shifted forward in his seat so that he could pull out his wallet.

“You’re supposed to be on my side,” she grumbled, double-checking to make sure that she had her boarding pass and paperwork.

“I am on your side,” Ryan explained as he reached over and stuffed some money in the front pocket of her backpack.

“It doesn’t sound like it,” she said as she looked out the window, wondering what had possessed her to tell Ryan.

“You knew that he was in love with you,” Ryan said, not sounding at all sympathetic the way that a good brother should.

“And he knew that I didn’t want to get married,” she muttered back, debating her chances of making it to the sidewalk without getting run over.

“He’s a Lim, Maya,” he said, chucking and shaking his head in disbelief. “What did you expect him to do?”

“To respect my wishes?” she suggested, not appreciating the way that he started laughing at her.

“Richard Lim?” he managed to ask between bouts of laughter as she sat there, seething with rage.

“Yes,” she hissed, deciding in that moment that she no longer had to feel bad about telling their mother about his collection of Playboys to save her own ass when they were kids.

Deciding that she’d rather take her chances with the taxi drivers suffering from road rage than to sit here and listen to another second of disloyalty, she threw her door open, grabbed her bag and stepped out with a grumbled, “Thanks for the ride, you insensitive jackass!”

“You’re welcome, Goose,” Ryan said with a wink and that same damned pleased grin he’d been wearing since she’d told him that Richard had ended their arrangement.

“Bastard,” she muttered as she opened the back passenger door, grabbed her bag and-

Groaned when the large bastard that she’d been avoiding for the last three weeks was suddenly there, reaching into the backseat and grabbing her bag. Without a word, he threw her bag over his shoulder, closed the backdoor and walked off, leaving her to follow after him or get run over. Muttering to herself, she followed after him as she pulled out her boarding pass and ID to distract herself from just how much she’d missed him.

When he reached the bag check-in line, he dropped her bag and walked off like he was the one that had the right to be angry. She considered going after him and throwing her bag at his head, but in the end she settled for dragging it behind her as she moved closer to the front of the line. If anyone had a right to be mad it was definitely her.

“Can I see your boarding pass and ID, please?” the bag attendant asked as he picked up her bag and placed it on the scale.

Silently seething at the bastard that had ruined everything, she pulled out her boarding pass and ID and handed it over. She glanced over to her right to find Richard standing several lines down from her, glaring at her like he had every right in the world to be pissed. Eyes narrowing, she glared right back at him, reminding him that she wasn’t the one who’d ruined everything.

“Ma’am, this ID doesn’t match your boarding pass.”

Keeping her eyes locked on the bastard that she was tempted to kick the shit out of, she reached into her bag and pulled out a folded piece of paper and handed it over to the attendant.

“Thank you, Mrs. Lim.”

And the bastard gave his proud and smug grin at her.

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“She’s still not talking to you?” James asked as he dropped down on the hard plastic chair next to him. He handed Richard a bottle of water as they glanced around the gate.

“Nope,” Richard said, shaking his head as he opened the bottle of water and took a sip, keeping his eyes locked on the woman that he wanted to throttle.

“Does anyone else know?”

He shook his head, finishing off his water while he watched Maya sit down next to Fred. She hadn’t spoken to him since he’d forced her to make a choice. Not that he cared, because he didn’t, he told himself as he watched his brother throw his arm around her shoulders and pull her close so that he could kissed her cheek. She laughed at something Fred said, earning a second kiss that had Richard deciding that it would probably be for the best if he had one less brother to deal with.

“Does he know?” he asked, deciding that he should at least make sure that his brother was innocent before he beat the shit out of him and most likely dunked his head in a toilet.

“About you and Maya?” James asked with a thoughtful frown as finished off his bottle of water.

“Yes,” he said as his eyes narrowed on his smiling brother as Maya reached up and playfully ruffled his short hair.

James nodded. “For the past few years at least.”

“You’re sure?”

“He was with me when I walked in on Maya dropping to her knees and-”

He swore roundly, cutting his brother off. “I get the picture.”

“I’m glad that you do,” James mumbled as they watched Fred kiss the top of Maya’s head. “You’re going to beat the shit out of him, aren’t you?”

“At the very least,” he said, getting up to do just that only to sit back down with a sigh when their mother walked over and joined them.

“They make such a cute couple, don’t they?” she asked with a smile.

Richard automatically started to agree until he realized that his mother wasn’t talking about his brother Sonny and his girlfriend Ellise, who were sitting across from them, but Maya and Fred.

“I’m so glad she came,” his mother said, sighing with content as Richard sat there, making a mental note to make sure that his mother got coal in her Christmas stocking this year.

“Me, too,” James agreed, noticeably trying not to laugh while Richard sat there, fuming.

“They’re not a couple,” he bit out, wondering what was wrong with this woman. Maya had been his best friend since they were seven. If anyone belonged with Maya it was him and his mother should damn well be able to see that!

“No, but I think it’s only a matter of time,” his mother confided in a stage whisper that had him shooting a look of warning at his twin, daring the traitorous bastard to laugh.

“Why do you say that?” James asked for him, his eyes twinkling with merriment.

“They’ve grown so close over the years,” she said before she added a little sadly, “besides, neither one of them is interested in having children.”

“Fred doesn’t want children?” he asked, mostly to distract himself when his stomach dropped at the reminder that he was never going to have children even as he prayed that it would stop hurting so damn much.

“No, he wants to expand the practice and travel and he doesn’t think that he’ll be able to do that with a family,” she explained in a resigned tone.

“Dad more than managed with us,” James pointed out and he couldn’t help but agree.

Their father had made a lot of sacrifices and busted his ass to make the practice what it was today, but the one thing that he hadn’t been willing to sacrifice was his family. Their Dad had always been up before the crack of dawn every morning, made phone calls to check on his patients while he made breakfast, helped everyone get ready, and made sure that they all sat down to breakfast together. At the end of the day, their father came home exhausted, stressed and sometimes upset over the loss of a patient, but he never showed it. He always made sure that they knew that they were the best part of his day.

“Because your father’s dream was to have a big family,” their mother said, sending him a warm smile as she reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, “just like yours.”

“That’s not my dream,” he said, looking up as his dream shot him another glare.

“One day you’ll find a wonderful man who will treasure you and make you happy,” his mother said with a sappy smile as he sat there, giving his head a little shake, sure that he’d misheard her.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” he asked, shifting his attention from the glaring woman to find his mother giving him a hopeful smile.

“It will happen one day,” she said confidently, giving his cheek a small pinch as he shot a horrified look to his twin to find James sitting there about to laugh until their mother turned her attention to him and said, “Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’ll find a good man one day, too.”

“What will happen one day?” he demanded weakly as they sat there, staring in horror at their mother, wondering, hell praying, that she was drunk, because otherwise they were going to have to start looking into places that could give his mother the kind of help that she so desperately needed.

“You’ll both find good men that will love you,” she said with a firm nod as she grabbed their hands and gave them a reassuring squeeze.

“Why the hell would we want to do that?” they snapped in unison as they sat there, glaring at the woman that had clearly lost her goddamn mind.

Her hopeful smile turned thoughtful as she thought it over again. “You still plan on getting married, don’t you? You can do that now, you know.”

“We’re not gay, mom!” he hissed, yanking his hand away from the psychotic woman that he’d once allowed the pleasure of cooking and cleaning for him.

She blinked up at him. “You’re not?”

“No!”

“Oh, you’re not?” she asked with a frown, and God help him if she didn’t sound disappointed. “Then why would Simon and Lino tell me that?”

“Because they’re hateful bastards?” he suggested, wondering how she’d managed to miss that over the years.

She gave him another hopeful smile as she asked, “You know that we’d still love you, don’t you?”

“We’re. Not. Gay,” they bit out, glaring down at the woman who actually sighed heavily with disappointment.

“And I’m sure that you’d both be able to find wonderful men one day,” she continued explaining, apparently intent on ignoring them.

James opened his mouth, no doubt to argue with her some more when something in their mother’s tone caught Richard’s attention.

“What do you mean that you’re sure that we’d be able to find wonderful men one day?” he demanded, highly offended that she was actually questioning their abilities to get a good man.

“We’re a fucking catch,” James said with a glare, shaking his head in disgust while Richard stood up.

“Any man would be lucky to have us,” Richard added, grabbing his carry-on bag before he stormed off in a huff, deciding that now was a good time to have a word with the wife-stealing son of a bitch.

 

To be continued…

This is an adapted story.