All or Nothing at All(13)

His father seemed so cold as he stared back. " 'Cause it's not good enough. Lately, boy, nothing you do ever is."

Raw pain flickered in Tristan's amber eyes. She ached to get up and go to him, but he'd only shake her off. Diane put a hand on her son's arm. "That's enough," she told Christian, her voice edged with warning. "He just got home. His studies come first. If we need to hire someone else, we will."

The tension between them practically vibrated in the air, nothing resembling the easy camaraderie a husband and wife should exhibit. "If our sons did their jobs properly, we wouldn't need outsiders. Babying them does no good for any of us."

"Leave Mom out of this," Tristan clipped out.

"Fine. I'll have your brothers take up the slack while you go enjoy yourself. I'm going back to work."

Christian walked out. Silence fell over the kitchen.

Tristan cursed under his breath. "I'm going up to my room."

Diane took a step forward. "Honey, wait-"

But he shot off, disappearing up the stairs.

Sydney couldn't stand it. Seeing him in pain was too much. "I'll check on him," she said, sliding off the stool.

But Diane caught her hand, shaking her head. "No. Sit back down, Syd. I want to talk to you about something." 

Heart pounding, she sat. Diane took the stool next to her. She seemed to be mulling over her words carefully. "Am I in trouble?" Sydney asked.

Diane squeezed her hand, smiling. "Of course not. You, my sweet girl, are a light around here. You help balance all this male energy in the house. I think I would've gone a bit crazy if I wasn't able to talk about makeup or clothes or Matthew McConaughey."

Sydney relaxed, soaking in the warmth that emanated from Diane's figure. This kitchen was her safe haven. She couldn't imagine not having the Pierce family in her life forever. "I feel the same way about you. Actually, all of you. I never lacked for siblings because of the boys."

"Even Tristan?"

Sydney sucked in a breath. Had she betrayed herself? The knowing look on Diane's face panicked her. "Wh-wh-what do you mean?"

Diane reached out and stroked her curls. The tender gesture allowed Sydney to lean into the embrace. "Oh, honey, I know how you feel about Tristan. I knew it from day one. There was always a connection between you two."

Her face flamed. As embarrassing as Diane's words were, a flood of relief poured through her. It had been a secret for so long she craved to talk to someone she trusted. Even if it was Tristan's mom. "Is it that obvious?" she asked miserably.

"Only to me. No one else suspects." She gave a long sigh. Her eyes filled with concern and an understanding that made Sydney feel like Diane really got it. "It's hard right now. The age difference between you makes things difficult. And Tristan is going through a stage right now-figuring out who he is and what he wants in this life."

"Is that why he's always with a different girl?"

"Yes. That's what boys do. They date to figure out who they are and what they're really looking for."

"He doesn't even notice me. He never did."

Diane nodded. "I know. He's not ready yet, sweetheart. He needs to grow up a bit, and so do you."

"I just have all these feelings," she whispered. "I think about him all the time. And I want him to be happy. I think I'd do anything to make him happy. Is that messed up?"

Diane reached out and hugged her tight. "No, that's what happens when you love someone. And you have all these hormones pumping through, making you even more confused. Tristan cares about you, sweetheart, more than I think he knows. But you need to be patient. If it's meant to be, it will happen at the right time. But don't lose yourself in trying to make him happy. You need to find yourself, too, and that takes time."

She heard the words, but her heart didn't care. Sydney only knew if she could get Tristan to be interested, she'd do anything necessary to keep him. Diane pulled away. Sydney spotted a sheen of tears in her eyes, but his mom just laughed and shook her head. "My son is a kindhearted, strong man who I love more than my life. But I also know there's something within him I can't reach. I've never been able to." Frustration tinged her voice. "He keeps himself distant. Protected. He feels responsible in ways I can't explain and is harder on himself than anyone else could be. And one day, he's going to need to break that barrier open to have a full life. That's the day I hope you're right there to help him, my sweet girl."

Sydney sat with her in the kitchen for a long time. They talked and ate chocolate chip cookies, and she dreamed about the future.

One day, Tristan would fall in love with her.