Rachel"I know it doesn't seem like it now, but things are going to be okay."I blew my nose before tossing the tissue into the bin. "How? How are things going to be okay?"It had been days since my argument with Bernard, and I felt worse and worse about it with each passing day. Not only had he not spoken to me directly during our interactions, but he was also careful to leave a wide berth of space between us when we interacted. Sitting across from him during our meals was a slow form of torture, and I hated every minute of it.But I had no idea how to make things better.Nor was I sure I wanted to.I couldn't be the only one fighting for us.More and more, I was beginning to wonder if Bernard regretted bringing me into his life. Wanting to be a part of his son's life was one thing. Getting involved with me, the mother of his child, was another, and I had ignored every warning sign and the voice in my head telling me it was going to complicate things.Why hadn't I just listened to my
BernardBeing around Rachel was hard.Especially when I had to keep my hands to myself and pretend like the space between us wasn't killing me. Over the past week, I had done everything I could to respect her wishes, even keeping our conversations strictly about Ron, but I didn't know how much more I could take.And I had no idea how to make things better.How was I supposed to when she wouldn't even look at me?In the mornings, she didn't linger over breakfast anymore and instead ushered Ron out the door as soon as he was done. In the afternoons, she sat as far away from me as possible in the car and didn't say a word until Ron got into the car and filled the silence. However, dinners were much worse. Gone were the warm hugs and bright smiles she gave me when I got home from work. Instead, they were replaced with a stiff greeting and a nod in my direction.I had well and truly messed things up.Why couldn't I seem to make her happy?Over the past few days, I had considered going to h
Bernard"I won't be gone long," I told him, pausing to ruffle Ron's hair. "And I'm sure you're going to have a lot of stories to tell me when I get back."Ron looked up at me. "Do you have to go?""I'll be back soon," I repeated with a small smile. "While I'm gone, you be good for your mom, okay? Don't give her a hard time.""I'll try," Ron replied. He threw his arms around me for a hug, and I held him to me, inhaling the fruity scent of him. A short while later, when he squirmed and drew away, I let him go. Slowly, I rose to my feet and watched him dart back into the apartment, brushing past Rachel, who stood in the doorway.I still hadn't been able to win her back.And the divide between us felt stronger and wider than ever.But I wasn't giving up.I couldn't."I'm sorry about the timing," I began, pausing to shift from one foot to the other. "I wish this was coming at a better time. I tried to postpone it."Rachel pushed her hair out of her face and cleared her throat. "It's okay.
Bernard"Bernard, I wasn't expecting you-"I pushed past him and stepped into the apartment. "Don't. We both know why I'm here."My father lingered in the doorway, his drink in his hand. A moment later, he shrugged and shut the door. Then he finished off his drink and set it down on the table by the door. He turned, so he was facing me directly, and said nothing."How could you? Carla, really? I guess I shouldn't be surprised, considering what you've tried to do in the past.""Everything I've done has been in your best interest," he replied without missing a beat. "I know you can't see it now, but both my company and Carla are your future. Everything else doesn't matter."I narrowed my eyes into slits. "That's as far as you're concerned. Why is it so hard for you to believe I can make a good life for myself? Why are you so desperate to have me come back to the company?"He straightened his back. "Because it's where you belong.""I don't belong with you," I hissed. "I don't even want t
"There was a note on her bedside table. Do you remember her screaming and yelling at me the night before she died?"I paused. "Yeah, it was something about you and her friend...Deborah."My father scrubbed a hand over his face, and his expression turned solemn. "She thought Deborah and I were having an affair. She flew into a rage when she saw us together, and I had to hold her back before she hurt Deborah."I searched his face, bile rising in the back of my throat. "Were you?"He shook his head. "Your mother is the only woman I've ever loved and the only woman I will ever love.""Why are you telling me all of this now?""Because I had no idea you blamed me for her death and that you carried so much of it around," he replied with a frown. "I know you and I don't see eye to eye, Bernard. We haven't for a very long time, and I know that's my fault.""You tried to destroy my company."He winced. "I know, and I know I can't change what I tried to do. All I can do is apologize.""You expec
Rachel"Why aren't dinosaurs around anymore?"Grant paused, his finger hovering over the sheet of paper. "It's because they all died.""That's sad," Ron commented without looking up. "Do you think we can bring them back?""We probably shouldn't," Grant replied, pausing to ruffle Ron's hair. "When you're older, you should see the movie,Jurassic Park. You'll know why."Ron glanced up and gave him a bright smile. "Okay. Mommy, when is Bernard coming back?"I cleared my throat. "He's still on his business trip, sweetheart, remember?""He said he wouldn't be gone for long," Ron replied, with a lift of his chin. "He told me he would take me to the amusement park when he got back.""I'm sure he will." I linked my fingers together over the table. "He's going to call you again later tonight."Ron nodded and went back to his coloring sheet.Conversation rose and fell around us in the restaurant.I looked around at the rows and rows of families gathered, and my stomach dipped. In the background,
"Grant-""I love you, Rachel. I know I haven't done right by you in the past, but if you give me another chance, I'm going to do better. I want to do better. I want to be your husband and a father figure to Ron. If you let me, I'll take care of both of you, and I won't ever leave again."My heart began to pound in my ears."Grant, I...I can't marry you. I'm still in love with Bernard.""I know you are, but I also know that if you let yourself, you can fall in love again," Grant told me, lifting his chin. "You just need time, that's all. And I'm willing to wait."Taylor appeared in front of our trouble, red-faced and breathless. She patted her hair down when we both looked up at her and slid into the booth next to me. "Hey, sorry I'm late. What did I miss?"Grant sat up straighter and gestured to the box. "I proposed to Rachel."Taylor clapped her hands together and grinned. "You did? Oh, that's great news."I shook my head and stood up. "It's not. I've turned him down. I'm sorry, Gran
RachelThe door creaked open as I pushed it.It made a loud thudding noise when it hit the wall on the other side. I cleared my throat and waved a hand in front of my face. Tiny particles of dust danced on the floorboards. I stepped into the room and yanked the curtains open.Bright sunlight poured in through the windows, giving the room a warm, ethereal glow. Then I spun on my heels and placed both hands on my hips. Having arrived at the Bolton's cabin an hour ago, I had spent the last hour making sure everything was working in order. Since the electricity and water were up and running, it still left the rest of the house.I rolled my sleeves up and stepped back out into the cream-colored hallway with family pictures hung up on either side. With a smile, I traced the pictures and followed them until the end of the hallway, which opened into a kitchen on one side, and a living room on the other.Ron sat in the middle of the living room, legs tucked underneath him and a coloring book o