I was having a shitty day at work, couldn't focus on anything, and my head was hurting again, so I had Josh bring me home. A tiny part of me hoped I would catch Shayla when she was packing, but she wasn't there. It was just Aimee. I walk into the living room and saw the photo of Shayla and me that we had above our fireplace was on the floor ripped to bits. I sink to the ground and stare at the torn-up pieces of what used to be our wedding photo. Christ, what have I done to her? She must really despise me to shred our picture.
"Shay, please stop crying. Think about the baby. The doctor said no stress, remember." I hear Josh say. He was on the phone with her. I get up and move over to where he was in the kitchen. "He wouldn't." Josh sighs, rubbing his forehead as he paces back and forth, "He's just not himself right now. Yesterday, he had a bit of a breakdown at the hospital and admitted he's really struggling with everything. I was furious with him for hurting you, but I get w
"Tell me you love me, baby," I stare at Cole motionless when he presses his forehead to mine and whispers those words to me. I fought the tears that were threatening to fall when he slowly opens his eyes and looks at me."What?" I whisper, watching him as he gazes at me, his eyes searching mine for something. He said the words, but the look in his eyes wasn't the same as that night. The love wasn't there, and it pained me deeply that he remembers the night he told me he loves me for the first time, but there's no emotion behind his words. Cole pulls back and looks at me, bewildered."Uh, was that a... memory of ours?" He questions, and I nod silently, stepping away from him. Cole stands and takes hold of my arm and pulls me back to him again. I look up at him questioningly."Fill in the blanks. Please?" He says pleadingly, and I blink, my eyes already welling up.I shake my head."I can't," I answer, and he looks at me beseechingly. "You can't ask
"You did what?!" Aimee shouts, her blue eyes wide like saucers as she shoves popcorn in her mouth and chews excitedly like you do when you're watching a fascinating part in a film. "Tell me again...tell me again. I need to hear this word for word...slowly."I sigh with a smile shaking my head as I pull my hair up in a messy bun. After I got home, I told the girls about my exchange with the witch. "I am not explaining it all over again. I basically put her in her place and told her if she keeps pissing me off, I'll steal Cole back from her just out of spite.""Yes! That is my bitch right there!" Aimee exclaims, excitedly throwing her popcorn in the air, and it falls around her. "Oh, damn." She utters, looking at the mess she made.Jo and I laugh and throw the popcorn at her. "That was a long-time coming, Shay, and we're proud of you, baby girl." Jo praises me with a hug, and I smile, sighing."Heck yes, it was. Who the fuck does she think she is? Prissy li
"Who the hell is Blake, and more importantly, is he hot?" Aimee questions and I set my phone aside and shrug."Blake Bryant is an investor for one of our projects, and yes, he's a very handsome man," I explain with a sigh, and they nod slowly, still looking at me expectantly. "What?""What do you mean, what? Why is he asking you out?" Jo questions, her brows drawn together.I roll my eyes, "He's not. It's a business lunch to go through the contract for the project, that's all." I clarify, and Aimee doesn't seem convinced."He went out of his way to find your personal number to call you, out of office hours to invite you for a business lunch?" She drawls sardonically, and I nod and shrug. Aimee looks at Jo, and they shake their heads. "It's definitely a lunch date." Aimee snorts."What does he look like?" Jo questions, intrigued, and I shrug indifferently."I don't know, tall, dark hair, blue eyes," I explain, chewing on my lip. "Oh, actually
The following day I was sitting in my office going over the contract before Blake arrived to pick me up for our lunch. I was avoiding Cole like the plague after what happened the night before.I tried my best to push it out of my mind, but every time I saw him walking toward my office, my heart would race, only for him to walk past it. I wondered what happened between him and Sophie after I left. The more I tried to convince myself I didn't care, the more it was bugging me, so much so that I couldn't focus on a damn thing on this contract. "Shay?"I look up when I hear my name and see Cole standing at the door. Oh shit. "Yes?”"Can we talk for a second?"I sigh, "If it's about work, yes, we can. If it's not, then no." I tell him, dropping my pen, and he exhales."Shayla—" Cole interjects, but my intercom goes off, interrupting whatever he was going to say. He scowls at it."Mrs Hoult, Mr Bryant is here and waiting for you in the lobby." Jenn
Two weeks later.“What are you doing?” I jump startled, look back, and see Josh standing behind me as I watch Shayla smiling at a basket of some sort and flowers she just received. “Are you spying on Shayla?”I rub the back of my neck and shake my head. “What? No.” I utter, glancing at her again, and Josh chuckles.“Right, so you’re hiding behind the wall looking into her office why?” I sigh, relenting.“Fine, I was spying…a little,” I say, looking at him before I look over at her opening a book and skimming through it. “Who sent her those, and what the hell is that basket?”“Uh, it’s a nappy basket. It’s filled with blankets and booties and clothes for the baby.” He explains, looking over at her with a smile. “She said it’s a gift from Blake Bryant.”I grate my teeth; every hair on my body goes up when I hear that man’s name. “Why? Why is he sending my wife gifts?”Josh’s brows furrow, and he looks at me surprised. “Your wife? Weren’
I shake my head as I climb in next to her and pull her into my arms. “No, the hospital will take too long to see her. I’ll get a doctor to come home and check her over,” I tell him as he gets in the driver’s seat and he drives out of the car park. I press my lips against her forehead, her fever seems to be getting worse, and she feels all clammy. Shayla coughs again and groans, burying her face into my chest.“Cole..” she whimpers. “I don’t feel good.”“I know, sweetheart, I know you don’t, but you’re going to be okay, I promise,” I assure her brushing my fingers through her hair while I dial our family doctor’s number. “Doctor Giles, I need you to come over to the address I’m going to send you. My wife is sick, and she’s pregnant.”“Okay, what are her symptoms?”I look down at Shayla, “She’s burning up, coughing, headache. She can barely stand.” I tell him. “Please hurry.”“I’m on my way, Mr Hoult. How far along is she in the pregnancy?” He asks, and
I set the compress on the side and lay down beside her. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere,” I assure her while I comb my fingers through her hair. Shayla shifts closer and lays her head on my chest, nestling herself into me. I wrap my arm around her, pulling her closer against me, and I press my lips to her forehead.“I love you, baby.” She whispers with a breathy sigh. I close my eyes and bite my lip.“I love you, too, sweetheart,” I tell her, and her lips quirk ever so slightly.“Say it again, baby.” She moans, nuzzling my neck. I smile, shaking my head.“I love you, baby,” I whisper, kissing her nose, and she smiles content before she falls asleep. I don’t know what made me say those words to her, but it felt—right. It didn’t feel forced or false, which left me somewhat bewildered. I thought I was just telling her what she needed to hear in an attempt to comfort her, but what if, deep down, I actually meant it?I feel the baby’s movements
Pull away, Shay! Don't get sucked in again. Pull. Away. What are you doing, you stupid girl?!Thankfully, I start coughing uncontrollably and take a step back from Cole. My head was swimming, half from being so close to him and the other from this stupid virus that has my head thumping like someone was bashing it in with a cleaver.I avoid looking at Cole and brush past him to walk to the bathroom.What is wrong with me? Why have I got no might when it comes to this man? One-touch, and I melt, ready and willing to let him do whatever he wants with me.It's borderline pathetic. And I don't get him either. What the hell is he doing? I'm honestly getting real fed up with asking myself that question and trying to figure him out. He says he doesn't want this baby or me and wants to be with Sophie, then he goes off in a rage when another man shows any interest in me, and now he suddenly wants the baby and is trying to kiss me? Did he wake up from the coma with