Nicola TaylorAs I walked down the narrow hallway of the restaurant, a sense of freedom enveloped me. The quiet of the bustling kitchen felt like a luxury I hadn’t experienced in ages. Living alone for the past few months had given me the much-needed space I craved, especially with Cole temporarily
Nicola TaylorI watched him as he stood across from me, a weighty silence stretching between us. This conversation had been waiting, bubbling beneath the surface for too long, and now that he was here, I didn’t know if I was ready for it.His presence, strong and so familiar, tugged at something dee
His jaw clenched, and he looked down, visibly wrestling with his own thoughts. “But I feel like I’m failing you. That who I am isn’t enough, that maybe you’d be happier if I changed.”I reached out, my hand finding his, and squeezed it gently. “You’re not failing me, Cole. I fell in love with who yo
Nicola TaylorThe kitchen was a war zone of flour and laughter, Betty and I standing shoulder to shoulder, each armed with rolling pins and piles of dough that didn’t stand a chance. The morning sun peeked through the windows, casting a warm glow over the counter as we rolled and shaped our pastries
Nicola TaylorI nudged my cart forward through the busy supermarket, half-distracted by my list and hoping to wrap up quickly. Just as I reached for a can of tomatoes, my cart bumped into someone else’s. I looked up, already stifling a sigh.“Nicola,” a familiar voice greeted, way too smooth and fri
Nicola TaylorAs I chopped vegetables for dinner, the thought of my run-in with Brad kept tugging at me. I hadn’t planned on telling Cole about it, not wanting to drag up any unwanted tension, but Brad’s words still lingered in my mind. Maybe I should let Cole decide if it mattered or not.After all
Cole Harrington The office buzzed with tension as I stormed through the hallway, each step building the rage pulsing through my veins. I didn’t care about the gawking faces of Brad’s assistants, the whispers passing between them. They could sense the storm I carried with me, and for good reason.Wi
Nicola Taylor“No, no, no…” I whispered, staring at the calendar date, a hollow dread filling my chest.This can’t be happening. My hands shook slightly, and I felt my pulse hammering beneath my skin. I swallowed hard, pressing a hand to my stomach. The overwhelming thought was louder, more urgent now:I knew this would happen.My breathing grew uneven, and I tried to push down the panic building inside me. "Oh God," I murmured to myself. "I’m going to die…" My stomach turned as the reality began to set in.I was pregnant.A dizzying mix of emotions crashed through me—fear, confusion, something that felt like excitement but was smothered by worry. My mind raced, piecing together the fragments of memory that led up to this.Cole and I had never really used protection. I’d been on birth control for so long that it felt routine. But after I moved here, I’d stopped taking it—part laziness, part my own complacency. I’ll grab an after-pill if we need it, I’d told myself. Surely, we’d eithe