Eddie’s POVI love you Amelia. Please don’t leave me. What can I do to prove my love to you? I woke up suddenly and then realized that I had been dreaming about Amelia. I truly missed her for me to have a dream about her and I could only hope that James was able to convince her to return back to work. I groaned inwardly cradling a pillow to my chest. The sun was beaming through my blinds causing me to stir. Usually, waking up was a simple task for me; I was a morning person after all but thinking about the stress I would go through while taking care of Chloe, I wanted to return back to bed but I needed to work and had to get my little Princess ready for school. I groaned when the first beam of sunlight hit my face. Picking up my alarm clock on the nightstand, I looked at the time. “Ugh, why is it so early?” I placed my clock back on the surface and slowly began to sit up. Crawling out of my warm bed, I walked to her bathroom and jumped into a warm shower to take my bath.I quickly p
Eddie’s POVDisappointment settled over me like a leaden cloak when I heard that Amelia wasn’t going to accept the job. “Amelia isn’t coming back,”James' words echoed in my mind. I couldn't just sit there wallowing. Just then an idea, fueled by desperation and a flicker of hope, sparked in my mind. I instructed James to send Amelia a portion of her first salary, a silent plea for reconciliation.He sent the money to her and I was hopeful that she would call or text James when she received the payment but all I received was silence. The silence amplified my anxiety. Finally, James turned to me and blinked rapidly before talking to me. "She received it," he said, his voice hesitant. "But... no reaction." “No thank you, no call, just silence,” he added. The air in the room seemed to thin, suffocating me. Anger flared, hot and immediate.I was so furious but then the anger cooled, replaced by a cold dread. Had he pushed her away so far she wouldn't even consider a bridge?I told Jame
Eddie’s POVThe ride home was very funny and yet, disturbing. One would think Chloe was my mistress and I was her slave with the way I was nervous to approach her and ask her what she wanted for lunch. I stared at Chloe and then asked her what she wanted for lunch. I made sure to drive by several restaurants that she would love very slowly, hoping that my precarious daughter would declare that she wanted to eat at one of them for lunch. Knowing that it probably made me a bad father, I even drove by an ice cream place that also sold cookies, but it was all to no avail. "Chloe, are you sure that you don't want ice cream?" I asked, my heart in my throat as I stared at her through the windshield mirror. She nodded, not looking up at me once. "Yes, daddy.""Are you sure?""Yes, daddy.""Very sure?""Yeeeees, daddy.""Very very very sure?"She giggled, the sound like jingle bells in my ear. "I am, daddy. I am very very very sure.""Hmm… are you quite sure? They might have your favorite,
Eddie's POVWhat if Chloe didn't like my cooking? What if I burned the food again? The questions swirled in my head.But as we pulled into the driveway, Chloe bounded out of the car, her face radiant with excitement as she practically skipped to the front door."Daddy, hurry up! I can't wait to start cooking!" she called out, her voice echoing with unrestrained joy.I dropped our belongings on the couch and went straight to the kitchen without even taking off my clothes. I put on the Apron and then rummaged through the fridge, finding solace in the familiar hum of the appliance because I was already getting used to it. I brought out some carrots and celery sticks but they were too boring. Yogurt, Chloe might deem it "slimy." I eyed the cheese drawer, then paused. Grilled cheese! Simple, filling, customizable. A flicker of hope ignited.With Chloe’s help and while watching some videos on how to go about the cooking, I was able to transform the mundane task into a mini-adventure. We cut
Amelia's POVIt had been a few days after my mom's relapse. The doctors had carried out a few tests and had informed us that Mom had had a response to one of the medications used in her treatment. They needed more tests to figure out which medication had caused her sudden collapse and even more tests to determine what medication would be suitable as a replacement. Unfortunately, they could not do any of that without payment. When I saw the bill for these tests, it felt like my heart was giving out and I knew there was no way I would be able to pay the bills especially since I was jobless and the total amounts ran into tens of thousands of dollars. Blair had tried to help but it had all been to no avail. She had first emptied out her savings account and while I hated that she had to do so, we had no choice but to accept her help yet again. However, it had covered only about a quarter of the total amount and we still had over fifty thousand dollars to go. I was currently sitting at m
Amelia's POVNot wanting to disturb Mom, I walked out of her hospital room, shutting the door close gently behind me. I began to pace the hospital corridor, wrestling with my thoughts and frantically wondering what to do. Do I call Eddie? Or Mr James? What do I say when he picks up? How do I say that I want the job I had rejected even after being begged back? Why can't I say I want it back? After all, it had been Eddie who rejected me first. He had said to Mr. James, in my sight, I may add, that he did not want me to work for him? I kept pacing, while nurses, doctors and even patients stared at me with weird eyes as they walked past me. I was certain that I was a sight to behold with my sweatpants, tank top, messy hair, talking to my phone while pacing up and down. The weight of my dilemma pressed down on me like a physical force, each step echoing the turmoil raging within me. My mind raced with a million questions, each one more daunting than the last. How had I found myself
Amelia's POV"I love you too Mom," I said as I leaned forward and placed my forehead against hers. We both closed our eyes, content to just remain there and bask in each other's presence for a while. I spent about an hour more with Mom, chatting and just talking. She started yawning and trailing off and u knew she was exhausted again. I tucked her into bed, kissed her forehead and left the hospital room. As I drifted passively down the corridor, my phone started ringing. I checked it and saw that it was Blaire. I picked up the call. "Amelia," she sounded out of breath. "So sorry I'm just calling now. I was called into an emergency surgery. Thankfully, it was short.""It's okay," I said as I tucked one hand into my pocket and looked down towards my shoes. "I already guessed it would be something like that.""Are you okay?" She quietly asked. I breathed in deeply as I contemplated her question. Was I okay? I could not answer the question so I just said, "Mom and Dad have both give
Amelia’s POV Once we arrived, Blaire wasted no time in raiding her wardrobe, pulling out an array of outfits that she insisted would "knock Eddie's socks off." With her skilled hands, she worked her magic, transforming me from a nervous wreck into a vision of confidence and poise."Voilà!" Blaire exclaimed triumphantly, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "You look stunning, Amelia."I glanced at myself in the mirror, hardly recognizing the polished figure staring back at me. "Thank you, Blaire," I murmured, overwhelmed by her kindness.With a final flourish, Blaire applied a touch of makeup and styled my hair into an elegant updo, the finishing touches to my newfound transformation.As we made our way back to the car, Blaire flashed me a reassuring smile. "You've got this, Amelia. Just be yourself and remember why you're doing this."The thought of returning to work for Eddie filled me with a mix of apprehension and resolve. Despite the doubts gnawing at the edges of my mind, I k