I held my baby boy as I sat in the living room. The TV was on, but I was hardly paying attention to whatever was on. Mom and Dad had just left.It had been an adjustment, getting used to having a Dad, and being a mother, but I thought I was doing well. In the end, they had made the decision to stay in Elijah and his dad’s original home and left me and my mom’s home to Elijah and me, though they at least stayed with me through the pregnancy, then stayed with the baby over there while I went back to finish college. Then Elijah graduated, and he moved to stay with the baby in our home until I finished.We were all against using a nanny. Mom thought it would be a waste when she had so much free time, and the distance between us didn’t seem to bother her, or Dad, much.“You poor baby,” I murmured, rocking my son as he yawned and rubbed his eyes. “You’re the one that keeps getting moved around a lot, huh? But Mom and Dad need to work…”I didn’t have a stable job yet. I had taken internships
I watched the clock as the big hand hit the hour mark. It was a big clock, and I’d bought it because I couldn’t stand the quiet in my apartment, but now it was just annoying. I couldn’t help but be aware of the passage of time, even when I didn’t want to be.The ticking sound it made as the second hand moved grated on my ears, though there were times when I let the sound lull me to sleep because I wasn’t adapted to being alone at home, yet. I’d probably get rid of it eventually or dump it on whoever I could find since it did cost me money.It was seven p.m. on a Saturday night, and I was alone at home with nothing to do and no one to talk to. Instead, I was in my bedroom, staring at my clock as I urged time to go faster so I could finally go to sleep.When did this become my life?I thought back to the time when I was still a married woman. It felt like such a long time ago sometimes, but it had only been a few months. Since the divorce, none of my friends would talk to me. I hadn't r
I waited anxiously, staring at my phone, waiting for a reply. I’d held back long enough. Even though I got the number ages ago, this was my first time using it. I did want her to be the first to text me, but that didn’t matter so much, as long as she replied.Not long after I’d sent the message, I got one back, and my eyebrows shot up as I grinned.Finally, I was going to score with Sandra. She was a cheerleader I’d been dating for about four weeks. The one that no one could get up close and personal with. She’d said yes to me when I asked her out, and I’d played the part of a gentleman for the past month.It was about time we moved on from that.Since we pretty much knew the same people and hung around the same places since I was an athlete, we’d never texted before now. I’d heard a lot about her from mutual friends, so I wasn’t sure, but since she was going along with the line of my text, I had to think she wanted this as much as I did.I smirked to myself. Maybe soon, I could bring
“Does anyone have any questions?” I called to the room full of students.I was in the middle of a lecture. None of the students raised their hands at my question, and I paced around a bit. I twisted my wrist to check the time; I still had half an hour to go. I’d already covered most of what I wanted. I waited as some of the students were still jotting down the notes. When most of them were done, I moved in front of my computer.“Let’s move on to the next slide,” I said, looking at my computer screen on the teacher’s desk. I clicked to the appropriate slide. A few people were still furiously writing, but the slow ones would have to borrow notes from their friends.I could always make the slides free for the students, but some students would publish them and start selling them online. While they could do it anyway, as long as they worked for it and sold the notes they wrote down themselves, I wasn’t going to say anything. After I found out people were doing that, I stopped it.They were
It was time for lunch. I was relieved as I left my stuff in my office and went to the faculty room. Our school was very good to its professors, and we had food brought in each day. A few other professors were already there, and they looked up when I opened the door.“Look who’s finally here! Angela, come to join us, or you’ll miss your share…”I chuckled. “If you eat my food you better order me something else.”Most of the professors at the school, and especially in my faculty, were pretty friendly. It was nice, because very few of them had an inkling about my private life, so while I was at work, I didn’t have to worry about someone bringing up my ex-husband.Not everyone was there. I grabbed some food and sat down to eat. Some of the other professors chatted together quietly, and the guy next to me turned as I opened my box of food.“How was your class?”I sighed heavily in irritation, picked up my fork and stabbed into my salad.“That same guy is still giving me trouble! Can you im
Fucking finally. After a lot of dirty, sexy texting, she was going to come to my room. I didn’t know how many times I’d gotten myself off with my hand, just from re-reading the messages she sent me, and now she was going to be in my room with me. Tonight, was going to be so much fun. It was going to be amazing, and I was going to make sure of it. I wasn’t a slouch, by any means. I didn’t like leaving a mess in my dorm room, but sometimes I got distracted. Because I wanted to impress her, not have her running away at first sight, I went around and cleaned up my dorm room. In less than ten minutes, I had everything cleaned up, but I couldn’t stay still, not with the excitement coursing through me. When would she get here, I thought with impatience, and checked the time on my phone. She was supposed to come tonight, though I realized we hadn't mentioned any specific time. Hopefully, she wouldn’t come too late. I wanted to text and ask what was taking her so long, but she hadn't dir
“Can you please set the table, Dad?”“Sure thing, honey. Dinner smells amazing.”I smiled proudly as I turned back to the stove. I was very confident in my cooking because I only liked to eat nice things, and I didn’t go out to each much, so everything I made had to be amazing. After Dad set two places on the table fit for five, I served and carried the food over. Dad sat at the head of the table, and I took the seat to his left. We both ignored the seat directly in front of me and to his right that had been empty for a while now.“Go ahead and serve,” I offered, waiting for him.He rubbed his hands, grinning as he eyed the dishes on the table.“It also looks amazing; I don’t know what to start with first.”I smiled as I watched him fill his plate. Ever since Mom died, Dad had been lonely. I tried to spend as much time with him as I could, especially since he was the only person that I still had contact with outside of the university. I hadn't made any new friends yet, and I didn’t h
“Hey, Ben. What’s up with you, you look like you’re in a bad mood.”I looked up and scowled at Andy. He was one of the guys I usually hung out with. He wasn’t on the swimming team, though he did play a sport, so I didn’t spend a lot of time around him.“It’s nothing,” I muttered, distracted.We weren’t close, so I wasn’t about to tell him the whole story. I was sure my friends would find it hilarious if I told them about this, so I wouldn’t be saying anything to them, either.Suddenly, I was very glad I decided not to when I thought about bragging to my friends about my girlfriend. I hadn't even talked to Sandra after I found out it wasn’t her I’d been texting, and I didn’t know what I was going to tell her, because I was more interested in this texter than I was in her.She’s not going to be happy when she finds out.To begin with, Sandra wasn’t the kind of girl that dated just anyone. I’d known her for all four years at school, though I’d only grown interested in her last year. The