I apologize for not posting yesterday, but a family medical emergency took too many hours in my day to make it possible to post this. I hope to post more soon.
“What? Who?” Ivy wasn’t a fool. It wasn’t something she’s attributed to Edward Polanski. He wasn’t the type of man that advertised his interest in her to others. It’s why she’d always avoided making a scene at work or reporting his hints. Anyway, Ivy convinced herself that he wasn’t as serious as she thought, or she’d misunderstood his hint. Every statement he made carried an underlying meaning. It was her first time hearing him discuss this with someone else. “Do you mean Mr. Polanski? Ed? What did he have to say?” “He told me I was barking up the wrong tree. He believed he was on the verge of a relationship with you. I didn’t let him go much further because I could see he was staking his claim on you. Really, I couldn’t see you slowly entering any relationship. It’s not the woman I know. You’ve always known what you wanted, and you don’t hesitate.” Ivy couldn’t believe his belief because she’d been doing nothing like that. These days, she questioned everyt
“You got what I asked for?”Monica stood at the open door to the condo.She glared at the dark, glowering man standing there. He looked as rumpled and grungy as Monica looked put together and clean. She sneered at him as if he smelled as bad as he looked. “No.” His shaggy head bowed down, and he glared at Monica through dark shaggy eyebrows. “I have what you demanded.” He sneered, his lips curling on one side. “Take it and leave us alone until you have something we desire.” His hand wavered between them, holding an envelope that belonged in a hand such as his. Or at least, that’s how Monica saw it. He was as uncultured and rough as a feral dog. Hairo rested his other hand on the door frame. Monica didn’t like that either. To her, his hand invaded her space and left a residue of filth behind. “Oh, please, it’s not what you want. You’re Ivan’s lapdog. Remember that.” Monica scoffed. She was Ivan’s favourite. Hairo was nothing but his lapdog. She couldn't fathom w
Heath tried to keep his words to himself and distract Geoff as Ivy made her phone calls on the balcony. He didn’t want her doing this. But she was still in pain from their walk yesterday. Heath avoided making love to her. Instead, he’d held her throughout the night. She spent most of the night awake, tossing and turning in his arms. Ivy clearly felt great embarrassment from how she’d kept him awake. Heath knew it didn’t sit any better with her, even if she stayed silent about it. Her face revealed her fear in how she avoided eye contact and talking about whatever she feared. It killed him to stay silent. He wished to step in and disallow this. Shut it down and get on with their lives. A baby could bring about significant changes, given enough time. “Dad? Why’s Mom still on the phone? She looks like it’s not going right. Can you fix it for mom?” He looked up from the chair he sat in before the tv. “Geoff, it’s not your concern. Your mother must work on somethin
“Yes, Ivy, I really think that.” Heath followed suit and grabbed himself a soda from the refrigerator. He pulled out a pitcher of juice from and poured a glass. “I’ll be right back, and we’ll talk this through logically.” Ivy watched him take a granola bar and the juice out to Geoff. Hadn’t she said she wanted to change the subject? Geoff was unaware of the many topics they discussed. Heath returned. “Okay, Geoff is happy. I subscribed to an online book channel. It should keep him amused while he gets better at reading.” Ivy looked at Heath as if he’d done the impossible. “It looked a lot more fun than sitting there reading book after book to someone and hating every story. He also gets to wear the headphones from his gaming system, so he’s less likely to hear anything.” Ivy knew Heath sat there, unaware of what he’d achieved. He also sat in the kitchen chair where he could watch Geoff from the open kitchen door. “Fine. I won’t hold my breath, but
Geoff sat there listening to his parents talk instead of listening to some stupid story. Why would his grandmother 0think of him as an object? Did she think he was special? Did she consider him not special? What was wrong with his mom? Why did his grandmother not like his mom? His mom was the best person he’d ever known. He knew his mom and dad forgot how he liked to mess with people. Even the bullies at school didn’t get it. They thought he was their victim. What they didn’t see was Geoff’s ultimate revenge. With every public jab at Geoff, more kids would avoid them. Nobody wanted to be the next target. Geoff’s problems with the bullies started because Geoff said his dad wasn’t around, and he’d never met him. Upon hearing this, some moms made mean remarks about his mother. Several moms told their kids not to talk or play with him. These two kids didn’t avoid Geoff. Instead, they called him a lot of bad things. Geoff wasn’t stupid. He would not ask his mom abo
“Excuse me, I need to use the lady’s room. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes. “Ivy. Everything will be okay.” Heath said. He sighed as Ivy turned her back on him and walked to the bathroom. Your mom’s stubbornness hasn’t changed a bit. Don’t worry, I just need some time when she isn’t hurting.” Ivy heard him say as she closed the door. The only person he could speak to was Geoff, and he sounded as if he were making excuses to comfort the boy. She sighed, glancing at the mirror above the sink. She appeared worn out, with no makeup and her hair in a messy ponytail. Wrinkled and old. Nothing about her screamed hot co-ed now. Not after the accident and giving birth to Geoff. Heath could lie all he wanted. He could tell her he preferred her scars and stretch marks all he wanted, but Monica hadn’t changed in all the years. She’d been better looking than Ivy back then, and it hadn’t changed. Ivy knew she normally didn’t let herself think of this. But she’d been tr
“Think of this as a few missing Mother’s Day presents.” Heath said to Ivy. “I’m not sending this back. You need it. We have social obligations to meet, and you’re going to be my wife. If anyone may complain, it’s not some judgemental outsider.” “Heath, thank you. But I’m hearing your mother’s last words to me when I see all of this.” “What did grandma say to you, mom?” “Geoff, you don’t need to know or worry about it.” Ivy could see Heath bristle at the mention of his mother’s interference in his life. “Geoff, just know your grandmother overstepped her place. Your grandmother said things to your mom she had no right saying. Your grandfather wasn’t much better when he let her say those words. He’s just as guilty as your grandmother because he added insult to injury by doing something else. I feel is underhanded. I’m afraid that’s why they’ve not tried to visit. What they did made them unwelcome here.” “But they are family.
Ivy usually woke up one of two ways. To a screeching alarm or a child bouncing on her bed screeching. Either way, it was a startling wake up. This morning, however, she woke up like sleeping beauty by way of a kiss. Which she couldn’t help but have a smile on her face. “How early is it?” “You’re on time, love.”"Why isn't the alarm sounding?" Heath gave her a withering, unimpressed look. “I changed it for a better one. I’d prefer not to suffer a heart attack before the age of forty. How is your leg today?” Ivy wasn’t sure she’d ever become comfortable with Heath doing things. She sighed at looking at Heath. “I think it’s better. It’s only the muscles acting up. The nerves are either sending incorrect signals or an excessive number of signals. It’s just annoying and can exhaust me because I can’t sleep with it.”"We should schedule an appointment with your doctor to transfer your records to the specialist.""There's just not e