My Accidental Luna

Chapter 30

Adaline's POV

I am a blubbering mess now. Barrett was trying his best to soothe me but my heart was just breaking. “How could you go on, papa knowing everything and having to take care of the reason they are all dead?” I absolutely blame myself. “NO, I will not have you blame yourself. You were a child. You had no idea really what the dangers were. I love you fully and that will never change. I will NEVER blame you because, frankly, it was not your fault.” He paused to look at me, stood up and took me in his arms. “Your uncle and cousins are on their way. There is still a lot to talk about, but know this, that no one blames you. You understand me?” I could feel that in my soul he truly did not blame me.

“I’m going to take the boys out to run and tire them out for a nap before everyone gets here. That way we have some time to talk without the kids getting involved.” Renee was up with Bennett and each had a boy, I smiled at them and then looked around the room at everyone. James and I truly were lucky to have such loving people in our lives after everything we have been through. James was squealing in delight and Bennett had him on his shoulders chasing after Renee and Sawyer.

“Come on, let’s get you settled upstairs and maybe take a little nap. It’s already been an eventful afternoon.” Barrett wasn’t asking, he was already leading me up the stairs “although” he said, looking didn’t he hall “I have no idea what room I’m going to.” I giggled as I watched him look between the 5 doors. “It’s the middle on the right” my room was placed between my parents and the spare bathroom, mine also had a door to the bathroom in my room for easier access. My parents wanted me closer if I needed them, but they were also closer to the stairs that way I wasn’t.

Barrett opened the door and my room was almost exactly the same, pale pink walls with grey and navy accented curtains on the balcony door windows. Yes I was the spoiled one who got the balcony. However, my trundle bed I had has been updated to a large queen that had a light grey quilted style headboard. This was positioned on the left wall next to the bathroom door to the left. A white comforter and light grey sheets completed it. There was also a little ways away from that, towards the wall, a small wooden toddler's bed. No doubt hand made by papa. My room was the largest of the guest rooms. My large open style closet to the right connects to my parents' old room wall. Straight ahead was the balcony doors and my old desk, computer and bookcase that held all of my memories.

I have a cork board of pictures that still hangs above my desk, littered with pictures from school with friends and of me and Sebastian. It looks like papa also put up some pictures of Sebastian, James and I. Barrett was looking at all the pictures. I was a little worried about how he would react to the one with Sebastian. I know he said that he was okay with it, but it still makes me nervous. He was looking at one my papa took of us at the hospital the day James was born and one of all three of us before he deployed. “These are coming back with us. I want them put up in James’ room. I thought James resembled you, but seeing Sebastian, my goodness he does look like his daddy too.” He was absentmindedly holding the pictures and smiling.

He quickly turned to me, “is this too much? Do you want to go back downstairs?” He was at me in a flash hugging me. I hadn’t realized I was crying. “ I’m sorry that this room just holds so many memories, so many with Seb that it kind of hit with like a ton of bricks.” I was wiping my eyes and making my way to the bathroom “I’m just gonna freshen up real quick I’ll be right back” he was back to looking around, seemingly satisfied with my answer. I made my way into the bathroom, did my business and walked back into the room. Barrett was laugh crying, he was looking at my old photo album. Oh goodness help me not those “ha what uhm what are you looking at?” He can’t even talk, he’s laughing so hard, he held up the picture of me at a gymnastics competition. Only it’s one my mom took of me covered and I mean covered in the hand chalk laying under the balance beam sprawled out after I had fallen sideways knocking the bucket all over me.

I started laughing. “Yeah I was never that coordinated, that was the only year I did gymnastics and I’m pretty sure they made up the 10th place ribbon because they felt bad for me.” I snatched the album from him he was frantically wiping the tear away, he pulled me into his embrace and held me. “You were absolutely adorable” he leaned down and kissed me softly “come on let’s get you in bed.” He flopped on the bed pulling me with him with the sound of his heartbeat in my ears I drifted off to sleep.