He paused mid-type, glancing up at me, still looking skeptical. “I just don’t get why you wouldn’t want to use it. I’m earning it for us, for you and Arabella. You should be reaping the benefits of it.”I couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Cole, I’m not exactly living like a pauper here. I just don’
Nicola Taylor“What about that tree?” I asked, pointing at a medium-sized one that looked just about perfect for the house. We were Christmas shopping for Arabella, and I was a little too excited to make this perfect for her.Cole, however, was as grumpy as a grinch. “Nope, she likes a very big tree
Nicola TaylorIt was the 24th of December, and the house was filled with glee and noise as we gathered for a small Christmas party with just close friends and their kids. The holiday lights twinkled softly, and the smell of gingerbread cookies drifted through the air. Lucas and I were in the bedroom
"How’s..." I hesitated, searching for the right words. "How’s the wedding planning going?"Isabella sighed, her expression conflicted. "It’s... alright, I guess. My family is really upset, and I don’t know how to handle it. But Lucas—" she paused, as if surprised by her own thoughts, "he’s actually
Cole HarringtonI woke up groggily, my head pounding from the night before. I winced, trying to shake off the pain, but it was hard to focus when the world felt like it was spinning. Then I looked down, and there they were—Nicola and Arabella, cuddled up next to me. Nicola’s arm wrapped protectively
Cole Harrington"So, that’s good news, right? The doctor said you’ve never been better," Lucas says, taking a sip of the hot chocolate Nicola made us, both of us still wearing the silly Santa hats Arabella had insisted on."Yeah, I guess so," I sigh, clicking randomly on my desktop keyboard, pretend
Nicola Taylor“Cole, my friend Steph is coming over, okay?” I called out, stepping out of the shower with a towel wrapped around me, my skin still warm from the steam. The cool air of the bedroom hit me as I padded across the floor toward the closet. I rummaged through the hangers, my fingers grazin
Nicola Taylor"So, I’m thinking about getting a boob job," Steph says casually, sipping her coffee. Her words hang in the air for a second, and I nearly choke on mine, my eyes widening in surprise. Across the room, Cole pauses mid-sentence, his brow furrowing in confusion."Why?" he asks, genuine cu