“I’m sorry.” I sniffle. “I shouldn’t be giving you a hard time.” “You’re allowed.” He promises, pulling a wrap dress from the clothing rack. “Here, no buttons, no zippers. You don’t even have to wear a bra.” “Thank you.” I murmur, sliding my arms around his middle and squeezing tightly. Sinclair p
Sinclair “What do you think about this one?” I ask, pulling Ella’s attention away from the rack of onesies she’s currently perusing. “Oh, so you care what I want now?” She retorts, shooting me a sulky glare. She’s been pouting ever since we left our parenting class, and despite the instructor’s qu
“We can keep shopping.” She answers, making no effort to move. “You do know you’ll have to let me go in order to do that, right?” I ask, wanting nothing of the kind. Ella blinks, as if she didn’t realize she was already half asleep and leaning all her weight against me. She steps back, smoothing d
Sinclair A week after our pup started moving, my brother appears on my doorstep, claiming to bring news of the Prince. I’m amazed to discover that I’m not angry to see him for the first time in years. In fact, as strange as it seems, I’m actually thankful for his presence. I’m still not sure whethe
I hear faint movement on the other side of my office door, and I hold up a finger to pause Roger. He glances in the direction of the soft footsteps tiptoeing towards my door. Ella’s scent comes fluttering through the wooden panel, and then a small shadow appears beneath the door jam. My lip quirks w
Ella “I’m very worried about this, Ella.” The doctor pronounces grimly. He’s just taken my blood pressure, and it’s the same high reading we recorded this morning with the home kit. “I know you’re in the middle of a campaign and you’re going through a lot, but you’ve got to find a way to de-stress.
“What are you doing here?” I inquire, no longer feeling any need to play nice. She clearly set the tone of this conversation and though I’m sorely tempted to kick her out now, I need to find out what she wants first. “Well when I saw your picture plastered across the society section of the paper I
Ella “What!” Sinclair roars through the phone receiver, his deep voice full of such rage and aggression that it makes me flinch. I’ve just told him about every horrible moment of my conversation with my former employer – though now it’s probably more accurate to think of her as my blackmailer. I’l