I had this dreadful feeling in the pit of my stomach the whole drive back to the house. I couldn't tell if it was guilt or what. I kept wondering if I should tell Shayla that I ran into Sophie or if I should let it be.
It's our date tonight, and I don't want to ruin that for us. I walk into the house, and my eyes search for Shayla. Sure enough, she pops her head out of the kitchen, grinning with what I'm hoping is chocolate smeared over her cheek and forehead. "Please, tell me that’s chocolate on your face." I chuckle as I walk toward the kitchen.
Shayla throws her head back and laughs. "I have a little over three months before you come home to me covered in shit, so you're safe for now, stud." She tells me with a grin and sucks the chocolate off her fingers with a satisfied moan.
I laugh and toss my keys on the side. "What are you doing?" I question, leaning on the island and watch her stirring melted chocolate in a saucepan on the stove.
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After I come out of the shower, wrapping a towel lowly around my waist, I see Shayla walk into the bedroom. She stops when she sees me in just a towel wrapped loosely around my waist. Her eyes slowly skim over my wet torso, her head tilted to the side, a dreamy look in her eyes. I smirk and brush my fingers through my hair, deliberately flexing my muscles, and she bites her bottom lip.I stroll over to her, and Shayla blinks, snapping out of her stupor, looking at me when I hold her chin, tilting her head back a little to gaze deeply into her eyes. "Like what you see, sweetheart?" I drawl huskily. Shayla licks her lips, clearing her throat."I mean..." She breathes, swallowing hard. "It's not a bad sight to walk into."I smirk and lean in closer till our noses were touching. "Is that right?" I whisper, brushing the back of my fingers along her jaw. "You're not a bad sight yourself," I tell her, ghosting my lips over hers, and she sighs. Then, just as I'm about to ki
If someone told me a year ago that I'd be living the life that I am now, I would have laughed in their faces.Had they said to me that I would fall out of my mind in love with a man, who would lose his memory a couple of months into our blissfully happy marriage, and forget I ever existed, I would have told them to have their head checked.Alas, that is my reality. I have to get my husband—who was already crazy about me— to fall back in love with me all over again, or at least make him remember that he did love me not too long ago.So, here I am, kissing said husband who seems to have forgotten me but is kissing me like he's never stopped.Completely in sync like we've always been. How can Cole say he doesn't remember me when he's kissing me with that same affection? The same urgency and need as he ever did.He's even doing that slow teasing lick on my tongue that he knows makes me mewl softly into his mouth.How does he know to do that if h
"Home." I finish for him, and he looks at me for a drawn-out moment and finally nods."Home," Cole repeats, staring into my eyes. "I'm starting to see why I was so fascinated with you." He declares as I rest my head in my hand and observe him."You are?"Cole nods, mimicking my action, and rests his head in his right hand while his left plays with my fingers. "I've never met anyone like you." I smile, holding his gaze. "I've said that to you before, haven't I?" He adds, his eyes narrowed, and I laugh a little, my cheeks aflame."Yes, many times. You said that the very first night we met." I answer, chewing on my lip. I drop my gaze from him to our hands, resting on top of the table."You're unquestionably different from the girls I'm used to being around. You're very kind, and you have this warmth about you." He explains, reaching up and brushing his fingers along my jaw. "I can't put into words what it does to me."I close my eyes, "Like th
As I had suspected, the following morning, we were both exhausted after only having three hours of sleep. I think I dozed off at my desk twice, unable to keep my eyes open.Cole wasn't much better. Of course, he could drink coffee--so he was at least getting some aid to stay up, whereas I didn't have anything but some caffeine-free tea, which makes my stomach turn at the mere thought of it.I don't know how we managed to get through the day, but we did.On Friday night, we had Josh and Aimee over for dinner. I hadn't seen the girls in over a week, and I missed them terribly, but Jo was away with Sam meeting her parents."So, how are things between the two of you?" Aimee asks as we prepare the table for dinner. I smile and glance over at Cole, who was in the living room, watching a football match with Josh."We're getting there, I think. Our date was incredible...we felt like us again. Albeit, it's very hit-and-miss with him at the moment. One day he's all
I stare at the phone, motionless for a moment until I lift my gaze to Cole, who looks at the phone and then at me. That's who he's been texting all day. Sophie. Aimee and Josh exchange glances before they look back at Cole, and I stare at each other. I push my seat away from the table. "Excuse me," I whisper. Standing from the table, I walk toward the stairs."Shayla," Cole calls my name and pushes his chair back as I near the stairs. I feel his hand on my arm, and I yank it out of his hold. "Shayla, let me explain."I look up at him, "Explain? There is no reason, nor an explanation feasible enough to justify your ex-fiancée texting you." I tell him and swallow the lump forming in my throat."I ran into her at the hospital a couple of days ago. I didn't go looking for her--she was just there." He tells me, and I brush my fingers through my hair. "She told me she lost her baby after everything that happened between us. She was upset and needed someone to talk to,
"Josh!"I halt before I walk out of the door and look back when I hear Aimee scream for him. Josh looks back, and we both watch as Shayla collapses into Aimee's arms, holding her abdomen. Josh lets go of my arm and runs over to her, falling to his knees beside her."Shayla, hey, what is it?" He asks, watching her concerned while she cries out in pain."The baby," She whimpers. "Something's wrong.""Okay, don't panic, we're going to the hospital. Come here." Josh says, helping her up to her feet, and she hisses, clutching her stomach and shaking her head."Josh...." Aimee whispers, holding up her hand, her fingers covered in blood. "She's bleeding." Josh and Aimee both look over at me as I stood watching, utterly frozen.Shayla's wide eyes stare down at the blood on Aimee's fingers and gasps. "No, no, no. NO!" She screams, crying hysterically while Aimee wraps her arms around Shayla to soothe her."What the fuck have you done..." Josh
I shake my head and stare at the ground, unable to hold his gaze. "Josh. When I saw the state of her, my heart wouldn't...”"Your heart what?! It hurt, did it?" Josh hisses through clenched teeth, grabbing me, he slams me hard against the wall again. "Imagine what she's feeling right now, you fucking prick!" He shouts, and I lift my gaze to his stormy ones."I don't know what the fuck happened to you in that accident, but this version of you is truly despicable. This isn't you, Cole. You woke up a different fucking person because my best mate would die before he ever thought about uttering those words to that girl in there. You were willing to die for her, Cole. When you found out she was dating me, you thought you lost her; you fucking flipped and wanted to die. That's how crazy you were about that girl in there. What the hell happened to you?"My vision blurs, and I feel my chest constrict painfully. "I pray you don't get your memory back because if you do, yo
Once Josh comes back, they wheel me down to the neurology department. Doctor Bennet comes in as they prepare me for the scan. "Cole, what's happened, son?"I lift my eyes to him and stare vacantly. "I feel like someone is driving a knife into my brain. Please make it stop. I can't take it. My head feels like it's about to implode.""All right, let's take a look, and we can give you something for the pain." I nod and close my eyes, leaning forward. I feel another surge of panic when my chest gets all tight again."I want you to have my babies...""Cole, hey, take some deep breaths for me, son." Doctor Bennet instructs as he lays me down on the table. And I try, I do, but each breath I took hurt so fucking much. "Stay still for me, okay? It will be over in a couple of minutes." I hear him say as he walks out of the room, and the table starts to move until my head was inside the machine.What was happening to me?The machine's groans make my headac
Twenty minutes later, the house smelt sensational with home-cooked goodness. Cole strolls into the kitchen while his wife cooks pancakes. He wraps his arms around her from behind and kisses her pulse. “As good as this food smells, I can’t wait to eat you later,” Cole growls in her ear hungrily, making her grin. “Shh, baby, the kids are going to hear you,” Shayla whispers back, looking up at him, and he matches her grin leaning close. “They’re not even in here.” Cole chuckles, kissing her softly. Shayla wraps her arms around her husband’s neck and parts her lips when his tongue silently requests permission to meet her own. “Oh, barf. Mum and Dad are making out again.” RJ grumbles, walking into the kitchen, followed by Alaia, who grimaces as they take their seats at the dining table. Shayla and Cole laugh as they pull apart. “Now you know how we feel watching you slobber all over your little ‘friends’ you keep bringing over.” Alaia retorts, making air q
Sixteen years later…On a beautiful Saturday morning in the month of August, Shayla Hoult rolls over in the bed she shares with her gorgeous husband Tristan Cole Hoult and smiles contently. At the tender age of forty-six, he was still every bit as handsome as he always was. She lay on her side and admired him while he slept. He still looked the same—but older with fine lines that came with maturity, which made him even sexier. The stubble of his beard had specks of grey, which she loved.“Why are you staring at me?” Cole mumbles, his eyes still closed, causing his wife to start while she was lost deep in her thoughts. Shayla smiles, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly, and reaches over to brush her fingers over his cheek. Cole smiles, peels his eyes open, and blinks, looking at his beautiful wife smiling at him lovingly.“How long have you been awake?” Shayla giggles when he wraps his strong arm around her waist and drags he
I exhale slowly, and Cole sits up and turns the night light on, blinking a couple of times till his eyes adjust to the light. “My water broke,” I tell him, and he shifts and pushes the covers off himself and gets out of bed. I watch him walk around the bed to my side, and he takes hold of my hand to help me sit up.“Are you having contractions?” He questions, brushing my hair away from my face, and I nod. “What do you need me to do?”I exhale slowly when another contraction comes. I wait for it to pass before I speak. “Call my midwife, then my mum. Tell her I’m in labour, and we’ll drop Laia to her.” I instruct him, and he kisses my forehead before he grabs my phone. While Cole was on the phone, I take off my wet clothes and change into a pair of grey comfortable tracksuit bottoms and one of Coles oversized hoodies. The pain was getting worse by the minute, and I was worried we wouldn’t make it to the hospital. “Cole, we have to go. Like right now.” I whimper, and he l
“Shay.” I lift my gaze from staring at my huge baby bump and look at my husband, who rolls over when I turn the night lamp on. “You okay?” Cole questions drowsily, and I glower at him.“Why won’t this baby come out.” I hiss angrily, and Cole groans, leaning up on his elbow and looks at me, his green eyes narrowed.“Maybe he likes it in there and isn’t ready to leave just yet.” He smiles, rubbing my bump, and the baby squirms inside me at his father’s touch. My due date was six days ago, and this stubborn child is showing no indication of arriving anytime soon.“I’ve had enough.” I whimper, agitated. “I’m uncomfortable. I haven’t slept a wink in days, and I’m swollen like a beached whale. Look at me.” I complain, gesturing to myself, and Cole lets his eyes wander over me, and he smiles. “What are you looking at?”He blinks, bemused.“You just said—”“You get this baby out of me right now.” I huff, and Cole scratches his forehead, his brows fu
Shayla pulls back and looks up at me, tears flowing from her beautiful eyes. “Did you...” She trails silently, asking me if I had something to do with her killing herself off, and I shake my head.“No, I had nothing to do with that. She obviously couldn’t handle being locked up. The warden did say girls like her are like fresh meat to a hungry lion.” I explain, brushing her tears away.“I did.” I turn and look at Sam, and Shayla frowns. “I may have visited the prison. A guard there is a friend of mine, and when he found out you were my sister, he did me a favour.” He explains with a shrug, stuffing his hands into the pocket of his jeans. “It wasn’t enough that she was locked away, I wanted her to suffer, so I had my artist friend paint a photo of you and Cole kissing on the wall opposite her cell, she’d be forced to stare at it, be reminded every second, of every day that she didn’t break you,” Sam tells her. Shayla pulls away from me and runs into her brother's arms.
“That was a great party. I’m a grown arse man, and I had a blast.” Josh chuckles, sitting back on the sofa, taking a sip from his beer. I smile and nod, looking over at my mother and Shay’s mother directing the kitchen's cleaning crew. Sam comes across with baby Trey in his arms and sits on the sofa with a tired sigh.“It really was. Shayla did a great job with organising everything.” I tell him, and Josh nods, looking over at the baby in Sam's arms.“How’s fatherhood treating you, bro?” Josh questions putting his beer bottle down and taking Trey from Sam.“Tiring man, but I wouldn’t give it up for the world,” Sam admits looking over at Trey curled up on Josh’s chest. “To think I was terrified of ever having one of those, now I can’t picture my life without him.”I smile in understanding. “Yeah, they really do change your life, especially if it's with the right woman,” I state, and both men nod in agreement.“I feel so left out. I can’t wait to hol
“Happy birthday, princess.” I croon, looking down at Alaia, who just rose from her sleep. She smiles up at me as soon as she sees me, displaying her two teeth. She’s always so happy in the morning, and this morning was no different. She’s just lying in her crib, kicking back with her hands behind her head. “Good morning, my sunshine.” I pick her up and kiss her cheek affectionately. “Is my baby girl one-year-old today?” We walk out of the nursery back to our bedroom, where Shayla was still asleep. “Let’s go wake up, Mummy,” I whisper, kissing her temple and smile when I see Shayla lying on her front, peacefully sleeping. I crawl up on the bed and lay Alaia down on her stomach, and she immediately crawls over to her mother. I lay on my side and watch as she makes cooing sounds, pressing her hand to Shay’s face, who stirs from her sleep and smiles.“Mm, good morning, birthday girl.” She sighs, lifting her arm and wrapping it around Laia, who tries to crawl over her. She looks o
We see Josh and Aimee in the waiting room, along with Jo’s father, “How is she doing? Any news?”Aimee shakes her head. “Not yet. We got here not long ago.” I sit beside her, and Cole walks over to Josh, talking to Jo’s dad, Phil. “Did you look in the mirror before you left the house?” Aimee grins, her blue eyes raking over me.“No, why?” I ask apprehensively and look down at myself.Aimee laughs, “You look fucked out, girl. You could have at least run a brush through your hair.” I stare at her dumbfounded and reach to comb out my hair with my fingers.“We left in a rush,” I whisper, unlocking my phone and loading up the camera. “Do I really look that bad?” I look at my reflection in the camera and gasp a little. My face was all flushed, my hair a tousled mess, my lips were swollen, and I had love bites all over my neck. “Oh shit.” I curse, pulling my hair over my shoulder to cover up the love bites.Aimee nudges me, grinning wickedly. When I look
Later that evening, Cole and I were sitting on our bed, me on my tablet and him on his, looking through emails. “Do you not think we’re going a little overboard with this birthday party?” I ask, looking away from the tablet to him, staring intently at a document on his device.“No,” Cole utters, typing away on the screen. “What my baby wants, my baby gets.” I frown.“Cole, she’s turning one, she doesn’t have a clue what she wants. She’s not even going to remember this.” Cole looks at me and shrugs.“She’s aware of more than you realise.” He replies, his brows lifting to his hairline. “Don’t you see the way her little face lights up when she sees Moana on the screen?” I smile and nod, “Or the way she sways side to side when she hears the song.”“That is adorable.” Cole nods, smiling, and leans over, puckering his lips for me. I lean in and kiss him softly.“Let’s give our baby girl the birthday she deserves.” Cole mumbles against my lips, and I grin