ALEXANDER Ben seemed to be in lighter spirits the rest of the night, but it could have been because he had a few more beers and finally started to relax. Meanwhile, I watched Bailee closely, wondering if she wanted to talk to Caleb because she really wanted closure, as she had said, or if she was
BAILEE “You’ve been quiet,” I said as I used the towel in my hand to dry my hair. Alex sat on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward, staring at the floor before him. He smiled as he looked up at me, and I smiled back. My cheeks were hot from the sun exposure,
BAILEE Oh, I was going to be sick. There was no doubt about it. The sterile, white hospital room was too much, and I felt ridiculous for being here over a few cramps. This probably could have waited until the morning when we could have gone to my OBGYN, but Alex was adamant that this needed
ALEXANDER “Uncle knows best.” Ben sang in a taunt as he walked past me with three glasses of what looked like apple juice. Knowing Brinley was up there, I assumed she was the reason for his selection unless he was just extremely constipated. He had been over the moon to find out that he had been
BAILEE The sound of Brinley’s laughter woke me from my slumber, and I smiled as I rolled over in bed to see my adorable little girl where Alex had been sleeping. “Mommy, it’s good morning time!” She exclaimed, and I nodded and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. “Yes, baby. Good morning!” I said, sm
BALIEE “Morning, baby,” Alex greeted me, and I instantly started to relax until I saw Vivian clicking and typing into the things I had on the calendar that she had hacked into. “Morning,” I responded half-heartedly. “Did you ask Vivian to help me over the next few months? “Of course, I did. It
ALEXANDER “Mr. Kingston, can I have a minute?” Vivian asked from my doorway as I placed my laptop back on my desk. It had been a hectic morning, and getting Justin McCabe back with the company had been a massive deal for us. I lost him to Caleb’s company around the time I discovered that Caleb wa
BAILEE “I don’t understand,” Lacey said as she leaned back against my desk. “Our meeting with Sasha was at eight. What happened?” “My new assistant rescheduled,” I grumbled, knowing it was probably for the best. We had been in the hospital for hours last night, and I needed my sleep. However, it