Impassive

It does not take long after I leave for the garden for me to start to feel bad at the way I had spoken to Charles. He had had a look of genuine confusion on his face as to why I acted the way I did.

“Anyway, that’s his business. If he wants to get all chummy with blondie, by all means, let him do so, but then he can’t eat his cake and have it too.” I think spitefully to myself, trying to justify my rude behavior.

A soft and gentle breeze is blowing in the garden, which is almost a replica of the one at Sebastian’s house where I was kidnapped a few years ago. I had always loved that garden, as did Carol after she got married to Sebastian.

It would be nice for Charles to plant one in his compound. If we ever define our relationship, I’ll definitely enjoy spending time there, and planting numerous colorful flowers and plants, as I’m sure our daughter would too.

Ava coos contentedly, and I smile at her and kiss her smooth, small forehead, breathing in her sweet baby smell, my heart awash