I stare at the beautiful woman sitting in front of me. My heart starts racing. I still can't get over the fact that she's carrying my baby.
"Hi" She says so softly I almost miss it. I love how soft and delicate when she becomes when she sees me. Her feminine energy recharges me.
"I missed you." I say and she looks at me confused. This is the firt time she's given that look since we reconnected. I hold myself from frowning. maybe she's having an off day.
"You did?" She asks taking me by surprise. Why would she be confused by that?
"Yes. I came here to take you home with me." I say taking a step closer to her, as soon as she told me she's coming here I knew I had to come get my woman. I was excited to see her tonight but I must admit, this is not the reaction I expected. She blinks at me a few times and I can see the machine in her head running, I don't know what's going on with her but I don't like it.
Every time she starts t
"Are you going to answer that?" I ask Kane when his phone rings over and over in his car. It's been ringing for a while, whoever wants to get a hold of him really needs to. He's driving us to his house. I left my car at Jay's house so we he can drive us home. I was greateful when he suggested that we he drives becuase I don't think I could have driven mysel. I was so shaky and emotional a few minutes ago.I didn't want to be in the same place as him in that moment. I hate to admit it but I was feeling like there was no way we could be close again. It was over for me. But now that we're here, I'm happy again. I miss being close to him."Yeah," He says and he presses the answer buttomn."Hey...Are you okay?" Olive says and her voice fills the entire car. I feel the sound vibrate in my chest. I feel my breath get heavy. When did they start talking to each other again? Or they never stopped. "Or are you at work? Oh, I didn't think of that," S
"Shalom, can we talk about this?" I say following her into the bathroom. She hasn't said a word to me since I ended that call with Olive. I'm freaking out. I don't know what to do or say. I want to know what she's thinking. Well, I have an idea because she was crying but..."No!" She states taking her toothbrush and toothpaste. I watch her put the toothpaste on the brush and she starts to brush her teeth without another word. Her eyes have so much pain behind them. She's never looked at me like that."No? What do you mean no?" I ask when she says nothing. She turns around bending over the sink. "We need to talk. We haven't talked about anything in a long time." I say and watch her continue to brush her teeth ignoring me.When she's done, she gets started on her skincare. Still, she says nothing to me."Are you going to pretend I'm not talking to you?" I ask looking at her in the mirror. She sighs deeply but still, she says nothing. I sta
"You look like crap," Junior's mother says when I walk into her kitchen. I sit on the bar stool on the island and sigh. She's right, the past two weeks have been a horror show. Shalom is not really talking to me. She asked for some space to think and I had to give it to her. I'm in no position to demand otherwise."Thanks" I say and she looks at me concerned. She comes to sit on the stool in front of me."Do you want to talk about it?" She asks after a beat."I don't know," I say and she frowns."You still don't talk to anyone about your struggles huh?" She says and my conversation with Shalom hits me like a train. I didn't talk to her and now we're here. The sad part is that we were waiting for me to talk to her. For a whole six months, she was patiently waiting for me to come to her and I never did, instead, I went to my ex."Did I do that when we were together?" I ask even though I know
A few hours later: Kane and Junior's mother are sitting in her living roomKane decided to stay for dinner. The thought of going home is not appealing since he's going to an empty house."Do you think she's coming tomorrow?" Junior's mother asks me for the 100th time today. And every time she asks me my heart breaks a little bit. I don't know if she's coming or not and I'm afraid to ask her.Things are different now. She's mad at me, she's not really talking to me, so I don't know. She made a promise to my son that she'd show up to his regional final soccer game months ago. This is before I decide to be an ass and make her feel left out. The game is tomorrow so we still have 24 hours to figure out what to do. I could tell Junior to not expect her to show, to avoid disappointment. But I don't know if I want to have that conversatio
It's D-day and I'm nervous. It doesn't help that I'm sitting in the sun. I feel hot, sweaty and uncomfortable. The bleachers we're sitting on are right under the scorching sun. It baffles my mind that no one thought to create shade for the spectators. It's going to be a very long 90 minutes. I fan my face trying to get the cool air into my face but that doesn't help at all. I look around at the parents sitting in the bleachers with me. The majority of them are coupled up and I wish it was the same for me. I wish Shalom was sitting next to me. I feel terrible for the way things turned out. And hate to admit it but I'm a coward. I should have called her and told her why I was distant. Make her understand that I was sad and I didn't know how to come to her and be vulnerable.I always feel like I need to be strong for her, I never want her to feel like I can't protect her.Sharing my weaker side is terrifying
"Thank you for coming today," I say to Shalom as walk into her bedroom. We had an amazing afternoon. Junior's team won as he predicted. He was more than proud of himself. He couldn't stop smiling when he saw all of us together. He ran from the field all the way into her arms.She embraced him with a huge smile on her face. I held back tears at the love she poured into my son. I don't think I've loved her more than I did at that moment.After the game, we went to a nice lunch. It felt so comfortable. Junior and Shalom talked about Anime and their favourite movies while I watched on in awe. I still can't believe how good she is with him. They talk to each other like best friends. I can't imagine how incredible she's going to be with our child.I followed her home because I didn't want the connection we had today to end. I didn't want us to go back to the murky situation we were in before she showed up at the game."I wouldn't hav
Two weeks later Kane's houseIt's Friday night, and I thought I would invite a few friends over. Jay, my cousin and my childhood friend Sam and their partners came through. Shalom and I have been cooped up in the house for a week. We wanted to be alone so we could reconnect, we needed to talk.I took time off work and she came and slept over every night. I told her stories about my mother. I shared how much I miss having her around. I didn't realize I was mourning for the times she's going to miss out on my life until the moment we talked about it.I am heartbroken that she will never know my children and they will never know her. She was an incredible woman and I know she would have loved them with all her heart.
"Why did you call her?" I ask Kane and he looks up at me. He sighs and then he gets up from the floor. He sits next to me on the bed. I stay silent waiting for him to say something. "Do you miss her? Do you want her back?" I ask when he doesn't answer me. "No, no, no!" He says his voice low but firm. "I don't miss her or want her back. I called her because I needed to process stuff." He says looking at me like that one sentence cleared up everything. "What does that mean?' I ask wondering what could have happened that he can't tell me. And of course my first and only thought is that the father of my unborn child is cheating on me. "I was having a hard time and she helped deal with it." He says and I shake my head not sure I want to hear this again. "I don't get why you had to talk to her,I'm here, you have your cousin and Jay. Why did have to be your ex?" I ask feeling my heart break. What if she wants to get back with he
Six months later, our wedding day arrives. The venue is a charming chapel nestled in the hills, surrounded by a sea of white flowers. Everything is draped in white: the chairs, the aisle runner, even the delicate lace that adorns the altar. The soft glow of fairy lights adds a touch of magic, creating a dreamy atmosphere that feels like a scene out of a fairytale. Our guest list is intimate, just fifty of our closest friends and family, making the occasion feel even more special.I’m in a small room at the back of the chapel, getting ready. My dress is a vision of white silk and lace, hugging my curves in all the right places. The intricate beadwork sparkles as I move, catching the light. My hair is styled in loose waves, cascading down my back, with a simple veil trailing behind me. My mother and daughter, my beautiful flower girls, are beside me, dressed in matching white dresses with delicate floral crowns on their heads.My mother fusses over me, adjusting my veil and smoothing ou
I lie on my side and stare at Kane lying next to me. He closes his eyes and then he sighs happily as his body slowly calms down from the high of our orgasms. “I missed you so much,” I say, my voice trembling with emotion. I reach out and touch his brow, feeling the familiar warmth of his skin. The simple contact brings a rush of relief.He opens his eyes and smiles, the tenderness in his gaze melting the remaining shards of hurt within me. “I missed you too,” he replies, moving closer.“I don’t want to fight like that with you ever again,” I whisper, my voice barely audible, yet carrying the weight of a heartfelt promise. His nod is immediate, his eyes reflecting the same resolve.“We will never fight like that ever again,” he assures me, his tone filled with sincerity. He takes my hand into his, his grip firm yet gentle. Lifting it to his lips, he kisses it softly, the gesture a silent vow of commitment and love.I close my eyes, savoring the feeling of contentment that flows throug
I'm in bed watching Shaolm get ready to go to sleep. She's wearing one of those lingerie sets where you can see through the material. I watch the way her skin peaks through and wish my lips were slowly gliding over it. I wish I could feel the softness hidden beneath the material."You okay?" She says when she stops in the middle of the room to look at me. I nod and she starts walking into the bathroom.When she comes back to the room she gets into bed next to me."You're very silent tonight." She says looking over at me."I'm just thinking about how beautiful you are." I say and she smiles shyly."You're beautiful too." She says her smile getting wider and I just stare at her. There's so much light and warmth in her eyes it makes me sigh. She's incredibly gorgeous."Thank you." I say leaning over to kiss her. She wraps her arms around me leaning into the kiss.I slide onto my back, pulling her onto me. I moan
After a long day at the hospital, I finally make my way home, the weight of the day’s events pressing down on me. The evening air is cool, a welcome contrast to the sterile feeling of the hospital. As I unlock the door, the familiar scent of home greets me, and I immediately feel a bit lighter.“Baby?” I call out, stepping inside.“In the kitchen!” Her voice rings back, cheerful and warm.I find her at the stove, stirring a pot of something that smells amazing. She turns and smiles when she sees me, her eyes lighting up. “Hey, you. How was your day?”I lean in to kiss her, savoring the brief moment of normalcy. “Busy. Interesting, too. Smells great in here.”“Chicken curry,” she says with a grin. “It’ll be ready in a few minutes. Why don’t you get changed and relax for a bit?”“Sounds perfect.” I head to our bedroom, changing into more comfo
The hospital corridors hum with the usual morning bustle. As I head to the conference room for the morning briefing, I notice a familiar figure ahead, her brown hair tied back in a neat ponytail. My steps falter for a second before I continue walking, my mind racing.Olive.I know she ran into Shalom a week ago and I don't know how she'll react. It sucks that we have to work together but their internal medicine fellowship and our neurosurgery program h work together from time t time and I'm stuck with her this week. The unexpected sight of her here, in the same hospital, stirs up a whirlwind of emotions.Entering the conference room, I take a seat and try to focus on the meeting. Dr. Malik outlines the cases for the day, his voice steady and authoritative. When he mentions a complex case requiring collaboration with internal medicine, my heart skips a beat.“And for this case, you’ll be working closely with Dr. Olive Bennett from Internal Medicine,” he says, glancing around the room
Today is my first solo surgery. I can't believe it but I can because I worked harder than most people and I'm not surprised I've progressed so quickly in the program.It's both exciting and nerve wrecking blend as I prepare for my first solo surgery. It's a simple procedure—a lumbar discectomy—but the significance of it being my first is huge.Dr. Hunter's words from that first day echo in my mind as I scrub in: "This program is designed to challenge you and expand your capabilities." I’ve spent countless hours observing, assisting, and honing my skills under the watchful eyes of the attendings. Today, it’s my turn.I walk into the OR, the sterile environment buzzing with the quiet efficiency of the surgical team. Dr. Malik, who has been an incredible mentor, gives me a reassuring nod from across the room. “Ready, Dr.?” He smiles at me and I exhale slowly.“Ready,” I reply, my voice steady despite the
Sitting in my car, the world around me blurs as tears fill my eyes. My chest tightens, and I struggle to catch my breath. The image of Shalom with her baby is burned into my mind, a constant reminder of what I’ve lost. Panic grips me, making it hard to think, hard to breathe.I close my eyes, trying to calm myself. "In and out," I whisper to myself, focusing on my breathing. "In and out." Slowly, the panic begins to recede, but the pain remains, a dull ache in my chest.I lean back in my seat, staring at the ceiling. How did it come to this? How did I end up here, alone and broken? Kane was everything to me, and now he’s gone, living a life I can only dream of. I squeeze my eyes shut, wishing I could erase the last few minutes from my memory.But the truth is, I needed to see it. I needed to see that Kane has moved on, that he’s happy. Maybe now I can start to heal, to find a way to move forward without him.With a shaky breath, I open my eyes and wipe away the tears. I need to get ou
I can't believe what I'm seeing. It's her. My heart pounds as I duck behind a rack of summer dresses, and my breath catches in my throat. I peek through the fabric, watching Shalom browse the store with her baby. The scene stirs a whirlwind of emotions in me—a mix of anger, jealousy, and a tinge of curiosity.Shalom moves gracefully, her attention focused on the baby in a stroller. I can see the soft coos and the gentle way Shalom interacts with her baby, a smile across her lips. I feel my heart break at the sight. I want to get closer, to see the baby, and to understand what has changed in Kane's life since he broke up with me.My mind races with thoughts. Why did he choose Shalom? What did she have that I didn’t? I need answers, and this might be my only chance to find them.Taking a deep breath, I straighten up, trying to appear nonchalant as I step out from behind the rack. I pick up a dress and pretend to examine it, all the while inching closer to Shalom.Shalom seems oblivious
I stir awake, blinking sleepily the scent of coffee and pancakes fills the air. I sit up, stretching, and for a moment, a soft smile touches me lips as shei remembers the warmth of Kane beside me."Good morning, sleepyhead," Kane greets me with a grin as he places a plate of pancakes on the table. "I made your favorite"I smile, my eyes brightening. "You spoil me," I say, sliding into the chair. "Thank you, Kane."He pours me a cup of coffee, watching me as I take my first sip. "I thought we could spend the day together. Maybe take Rene to the zoo. What do you think?"My smile widens at the mention of our daughter. "I think that sounds perfect," I reply, reaching for Kane's hand across the table. "I love the idea of a family day."As we eat breakfast, our conversation is light and filled with laughter. I find himself marveling at how easy it is to talk to him how natural it feels to plan our day together. There's a sense of normalcy that I cherishes, a reminder that we are building som