Tyler's Resolution by Patty DevlinTyler resolves to put an end to the endless destructive patterns in his and Darcy's relationship and make her an offer that will not be refused.
Sifting through Darcy's emotional baggage, on a regular basis, coupled with the responsibility to a son who isn't his own, can weaken even the strongest of men.
Drawing on his innermost strengths, Tyler resolves to put an end to the endless destructive patterns in their relationship and make Darcy an offer that will not be refused.
A resolution that lasts to death do us part...
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Tyler's Resolution (Sample Chapter)
Bad relationship corrected by domestic discipline
© Patty Devlin and Blushing Books, 2012-2013
It was now or never. He didn’t come all the way home from Arizona to Michigan in time for Christmas to sit in the parking lot staring at the apartment complex. Tyler reached into the passenger seat and grabbed the white hairy mess. He caught the furry ball attached to the top of the classic red Santa hat and gave it a shake. The rest of the beard and hair seemed to straighten out as well as it could. Tyler pulled the visor down to look in the mirror and tugged the beard and red hat on his head. A quick look was all he needed.
He climbed out into the cold night air and patted all of his stuffing in place. It hadn’t been as hard to track down a Santa costume as he thought it would be. Well, with the donations he made to the St. Vincent De Paul and other organizations in this town each year he knew people and they had been happy to help him out.
Tyler reached in the back seat of his Durango for his bag of gifts and turned to the building. There was an annoying twinkling of little bells with each step he took. They were sewn on to his costume. He grimaced as he looked for them, it would take effort not to rip them off.
He shouldn’t go in there in this frame of mind. Tonight was not about Darcy. He took a deep breath as he stepped up to the door. Tonight was for Chance. He could be happy. Hell, he was happy he would get to see the little boy. He needed to be more than happy. He needed to be jolly. Jolly Old St. Nick.
“Ho- ho- ho… Merry Christmas!” He knocked on the door. “Ho-ho-ho.” He shook his arm trying to jingle the bells on his sleeve while he waited for the door to be answered.
“It’s him! It’s Santa, mommy, hurry!” Chance flew out of her arms as the knocking started.
Darcy bounded off the couch after him. Who could it be? Last year… No, it couldn’t be him again. She tried to peek through the eyehole but Chance was tugging at the handle.
“Chance, wait.” But he already had it open.
“Ho- ho- ho. Merry Christmas. Have you been a good boy this year, Chance?” The voice was deeper than normal, but she knew in an instant it was her Ty. He had done it again.
“Santa! Did you bring me pwes-ents?” Chance grabbed his arm and pulled him into the room.
“You didn’t say if you have been good.” He moved toward the small dining room table and sat in a chair. Chance climbed right on his lap.
Darcy closed the door and moved slowly away from the scene. She backed herself up to the back of the couch that divided the two rooms and leaned against it. Chance had always loved Ty, and Ty was great with him. Darcy met his eyes a couple times over the four-year-old’s head and then drew away quickly. She didn’t want him to know how torn up she was. Her insides were in knots.
She couldn’t believe that his voice and his eyes were the only thing she could see of him in that silly costume and she could still be so moved by him. Although he was acting fun and jolly, his gray-green eyes weren’t telling that story. When they had that grayish tint he was usually not in the best of moods. When he was happy they were more of a blue-green. She wasn’t surprised to see the gray. She had felt gray for months.
“… right, mommy?”
She was pulled from her thoughts when Chance showed her a gift. “Tell him… My beth-fred Tywer has lots of dese belts, too.”
“Yes, he does honey. You know it’s late and you need to say good night. Santa has lots of other boys and girls to visit tonight.”
Darcy had him say good night and sent him to start putting his pajamas on and get ready to get in bed. She told him she would come help him after she spoke with Santa. She had been miffed when Tyler had acted as though he was going to go ahead and leave without speaking to her at all. After disappearing off the face of the earth, he was going to walk in here and right back out without any consideration for her.
As soon as Chance was out of earshot, she turned to Ty and fired on him. It was hard to keep her voice quiet with the rage she was feeling. He seemed unfazed. He stood there calmly in that silly Santa suit.
“Where in the hell have you been? Don’t you think I deserve something?” She had plenty more to say. She was never short on words, but the words died on her lips when Tyler opened the door and walked out. The burst of cold air and the thud as the door closed forced her into action. She grabbed the door handle and hurried after him.
“Ty! Stop! What the hell is the matter with you? Don’t you think I deserve some kind of explanation?”
Tyler stopped and turned around slowly. He looked at her and then off to the left for a second. When his eyes locked back on hers there was a new intensity that she didn’t recognize.
“Don’t you think I deserve some kind of respect? Have you ever treated me with respect?” he looked away again and then back, “I deserve respect. I won’t settle for less anymore. If you want to talk to me, you better learn how to approach me respectfully.”
Then he got in his SUV and left her standing there in the cold. She was shocked. Who was this Ty? And what the hell was he talking about? She muttered to herself as she went back in the apartment. It was a good thing Chance was preoccupied with chattering about Santa and presents because she was so confused. She helped him brush his teeth and quickly got him tucked in.
Darcy went to the living room and stood for a solid five minutes just staring at the door. If someone had told her that Tyler was going to act like this, she never would have believed it. What was he talking about? Respect? He hadn’t respected her when he had left without a word to her. Granted they hadn’t been dating when he had left. But, they had been dating on and off since high school. She deserved to know he was going to leave town without a trace for months. He had always been her best-friend even if they weren’t dating.
So, their relationship wasn’t magical and they had their problems. But, they had still spoken to each other all the time after she had broken up with him the last time. He must just have a bug up his ass. It was probably something to do with his friend Gabe. Darcy knew that Gabe knew where Ty was all that time and she had asked him, of course, but he wouldn’t even give her a clue. In fact he had been a real jerk to her about Tyler needing to get on with his life. She and Ty probably wouldn’t have half the problems they had if it weren’t for that snob Gabe.
Darcy’s eyes finally dropped from the door and she noticed the bag of presents he had left. That was just like him. She felt her shoulders relax a little as she stepped forward and then stopped and turned back to grab her left-over cocoa.
In the kitchen, she reached in the cupboard above the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle. She filled the half empty mug of cocoa the rest of the way with rum and put the bottle away. She was going to need help sleeping tonight. She gave the mug a stir and took a huge gulp. Darcy welcomed the burning through her chest and down her middle. She needed the warmth. Her heart was so cold lately.
She took the mug with her, got the bag Tyler had left, and sat in front of the tree. As she reached into the bag, her tears started to fall silently and steadily. It was dèjá vu. She looked at the bare blanket under the tree. She would get the gift she had been able to get for Chance out of her closet to put it down there too. Would she ever be able to provide for her son on her own?
As Darcy came to the bottom of the bag there was a smaller, long narrow shaped box, similar to the kind that would hold a necklace. It had her name on it. There had been two other gifts with her name on them and she hadn’t been surprised because Ty always gave gifts. But, there was something about this small box. She wanted to peek. Heck, who was to say she couldn’t just open it now?
She peeled the paper away quickly. It was indeed a jewelry gift box. She snapped the black velvet box open to find a beautiful silver pen. Darcy stared at it in puzzlement for a long moment. A pen? Because she was a waitress? No, he hated that about her. He always asked her to quit and let him take care of her. Was he trying to say he accepted her job? She looked closer and noticed the corner tip of a piece of paper in the side of the box.
Darcy held it closer and realized she could pull the velvet tray the pen was laying on out of the box. Underneath it was a note. She hurried to unfold it.
This pen is very important to your future, to our future. It will be a sign of commitment. Keep it with you and you will know when the appropriate time to use it is.
I have 2 more gifts at my house for you. You may have them when the time is right.