"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
"She said she was going to erase what little memories you have of me while she fucks your brains out and gets pregnant while I'm at home taking care of my brat!" I reply stormily, and Cole looks at me, stunned."What? I can't believe she would ever say such a thing." Cole shakes his head, and I roll my eyes in annoyance."Of course, you wouldn't believe it," I state dryly. "I know you want to believe she's this great girl Cole, but she's not. You know what, I'm going to let you figure this one out for yourself because sooner or later, her true colours will come out." I inform him while searching around the room for my bra. "She's ready and willing to give you a baby if you're so eager to be a Dad. By all means, go right ahead and knock yourself out. Just leave my baby and me alone," I state further, picking up my bra off the back of the chair while Cole watches me, a deep scowl on his face."I don't want a fucking baby with her!" Cole retorts, and I look back at
A couple of hours later, Cole had me hauled up in bed and was currently trying to force-feed me some vile-looking vegetable noodle soup. "I don't want it." I croak with a grimace, and I turn my face away."Shayla, my mother said it's good for you and the baby. You have to drink a little, come on." Cole insists, and I wrinkle my nose in distaste but open my mouth and begrudgingly eat the soup. It didn't taste as bad as it smelt, but I still wasn't impressed.Cole stayed by my side the entire time until I was feeling better. We watched films in bed; he even read me a book and played a song on his guitar. Save for our bickering, we almost felt like us again-- the old us back when we first met, and everything was a lot less complicated."Can I give you a lift home?" Cole offers the following day while I walk out of the bathroom. I shake my head and hold up my phone."Aimee is on her way," I reply with a shrug and force a smile on my face. "Thank you again for tak
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