“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
Ivy and Heath arrived a little later than planned at the museum. She tried to leave him at the entrance. “I think it’s about time I finally stepped foot into your domain, love. Introduce myself around as your partner officially.” “What? Oh Heath, I don’t know about that. Everyone knows you as one of the scary top bosses. It’ll start more rumours than end them.” Another interruption at the start of her day left Ivy frustrated. “Ivy, we must show them that our relationship is stable going forward. They need to accept my occasional visits to talk to my wife. You shouldn’t bear the burden of communication alone.” Heath disregarded her hint and persisted. He tackled the problem head-on. Ivy foresaw the pitfalls ahead, with no apparent way to avoid them. “Really? There’s a phone, email, and text messages.” Ivy clocked in with security and gave the security staff her usual morning greeting. “They don’t replace touch and sight.” Heat
Heath and Alice entered Ivy’s office to find Ivy sitting at her desk frowning at the door, waiting for Heath to enter. “Please close the door, Alice. Everyone had enough entertainment at my expense today. Let the gossip network digest what tasty new treats we’ve given them before everyone decides it’s time to hang me out to dry and forgotten.” “Ivy, we’ve dealt with quite a lot this morning. Heath was curious about Mr. Sharpe's conversation with Ivy and didn't appreciate being in the dark. It made him uncomfortable, and it left him feeling like he couldn’t handle whatever was coming because he didn’t know about it. “I’ll tell you, just let me say my piece. I mentioned there's plenty of vindictive gossip to keep the rumor mill going for days. Did you really have to announce your intentions like a Victorian nobleman? It’s embarrassing Heath. How am I supposed to hold my head up high after that?” Ivy couldn’t keep her hurt and offended feelings from he
Ed Polanski entered, and he didn’t look pleased about something. “Hi Ed, what brings you down here this early in the morning?” Ivy asked as he entered her office. “I wondered if you’d dare show your face around here after everything that came to light over the weekend.” “Oh Lord. He drank the Kool-Aid.” Alice said in a mere whisper to Ivy. “Really? Alice informed me about the slanderous lies on the internet that went viral. Are you telling me you suckered by them?” “Taken in by them? Ivy Mr. Allan has been telling anyone who would listen about them. I wouldn't be surprised if he wrote the internet information. “Hm. It's intriguing how he managed to find time to post these. I don’t remember him even touching his phone over the weekend. Come to think of it, I don’t remember his assistant touching his much either. How do you suppose he would carry out that? Ivy, they have people for that. He did it to ge