So, without arguing or even saying a thing, I take Derek’s hand to bring me to my feet, and he walks us straight back to the elevator. Standing in Derek’s wet robe while waiting for the elevator to return us to our floors is painstakingly awkward. We just stand next to one another, refusing
Derek sees the panic overtaking me and rests a hand on my shoulder to help calm me. “Esme, breathe, it’s okay.” I look at him like he suddenly grew two more heads. How can he possibly be telling me to remain calm at a time like this? I’m so screwed! “I can’t believe it! I can’t belie
My prayers go unanswered. As I stand in my apartment's bathroom, I stare down at the pregnancy test stick. The plus sign stares back at me. As if to taunt me that the things I’ve wanted were only achievable in this manner. “He walks away from our marriage because I can’t give birth.
Do I want to put a child through all of this? Spending the next several years fighting against Ryan over material things is one thing. But the life of a baby? This is all he’s wanted. Even before marriage, we’d talked about having kids and growing a family together. “I don’t care if
“Oh God, have you even gotten any sleep?” I blurt out shamefully to the tall man before me. Derek’s face is quite tired, but there’s something else being held back at the same time. Does he have something to tell me? Am I fired? Dammit, I hate this suspense. “I was just headi
He really is such an attractive man. “My best advice? Start preparing for a long battle. Be ready with the time, the energy, and the money. I know anxiety isn’t something you can cure with a snap of your fingers, but it can be tamed.” I turn my head sideways as if to question him.
My jaw falls open and I swear it refuses to return to its position. Why on earth is Derek my screensaver?! I widen my eyes and stare at my boss, incredulous. “Did you look through my phone, Derek?” At work, I’d opt to call him Mr. Anderson. But something about this has me stating his
“My girls really do like you,” he’s saying as he finishes looking through the pictures. “Oh?” I ask, feeling like a complete utter idiot as I try to find words to say to him. God, have I never spoken to another human being before? I’m starting to wonder just how bad my mood swings wi