BLAIR POVMy legs ache, knotted from hours spent crossed-legged. But I can't tear my gaze away from Nathaniel Paul Damian. They say birth is beautiful. But beautiful? Honey, there was nothing beautiful about that. Pushing a whole human out of...well, you get it. Shocking doesn't even begin to describe it.Still, the aftershocks of that chaos haven't worn off. My head's spinning, trying to catch up with the reality that I, Blair, am now a mother.But then Nathan lets out a gurgle, those impossibly blue eyes fluttering open for a brief moment. And just like that, the terror, the pain, the sheer ick factor - it all melts away. This tiny, perfect person, nestled in my arms, makes it all worth it. Sure, I won't forget the crazy ride that led to their arrival. But Nathan's presence is like a warm blanket, pushing the bad memories back, back, back.Eight weeks home, and Nathan was my lifeline. The rest of the world was a blurry mess, a constant current of exhaustion dragging me down. I didn'
BLAIR POVThe automatic doors whooshed open as I pushed the stroller into Starbucks. Samuel spotted me from across the room and made a bee-line, arms outstretched. I knew the routine - this wasn't a hug for me."There you are, buddy!" Samuel exclaimed, expertly scooping Nathan out of the stroller. He cradled the baby close, a surprising tenderness in his movements.A smug satisfaction bloomed in my chest. This was the same man who'd once called childbirth "undesirable" and declared babies "reeking." Now, here he was, a natural with Nathan nestled against his chest. A small smile played on my lips as I watched him bounce the baby gently, a soft coo escaping his own lips."Hello, there, little prince charming," Samuel murmured, nuzzling his nose against Nathan's chubby cheek. "How about you help Daddy Samuel to order Ham and Swiss on a Baguette? Sadly, you can't have one just yet, but I'm going to take an extra one to eat for you. Just try not to judge my sandwich-eating skills, alright
BLAIR POV“I think I do want to know,” I responded. Roy's well-being gnawed at me, and the more I heard, the worse it sounded.“Roy has been through a lot lately,” she confirmed with a slight sigh.Samuel walked by with Nathan in his arms as I asked my question. "Terrible," Rosa continued, lowering her voice. "He's got this...hollow look in his eyes recently. Didn't have them when he started. The poor man has seen things in his short time at Ronnell Roman's hands."A gush of anger washed over me. Ronnell? That arrogant blowhard?Rosa nodded grimly. "A week or two ago, Roy confided in me about Ronnell ripping him a new one over the paper he writes on his daily schedule. Apparently, he complains Roy's handwriting is bad. Even had the nerve to ask if he'd failed some 'handwritten subject' in school! Roy even had someone else review his writing, but Ronnell wouldn't believe it wasn't Roy's fault."“Oh shit,” I muttered under my breath.This was worse than I imagined. Belittling someone o
RONNELL POVThe rain drummed a relentless pace on the windowpane, mimicking the frantic beat of my heart. Blair's email echoed in my mind, a constant loop of brief sentences. Every second Blair's response lingered in my inbox felt like a drip of ice down my spine. My desk drawer, a neat stack of her handwritten schedules mocked me with their perfect clarity. Each word, each number, a testament to her carefulness. It wasn't until Roy's schedule, a scrawled mess of crossed-out lines and incomprehensible numbers, landed on my desk that I truly noticed Blair's perfect handwriting. Now, counting Roy's mistakes felt like a crime.His words were written roughly and I could hardly understand. I had a feeling of wrongness I hadn't able to shake. And Blair had been no help at all. She had taken far too long to respond to a simple email, and when she finally did, it had been to back Roy up. So, I was either going insane or Roy was definitely not competent with his work. If this was some sort
RONNELL POV"This is what happened," I began, launching into a detailed account of hiring Blair and her initial attainment. "Ella had recommended her, and let me tell you, Blair was impressive. She brought in new clients, kept my schedule running like clockwork..." My voice trailed off as I picked up one of the notes, the white a contrast to the unrest brewing inside me. "I don't know why you still do that," he finally interjected, his voice low and serious. "The schedule thing. It's a crutch, a way to control everything. You need to let go of some of that power,”"I don't think I can because it works for me," I snapped, a touch of defensiveness creeping into my voice. "Everything runs smoothly, efficiently. And that isn't the entire point of this discussion, William."There was a beat of silence, then a sigh from the other end of the line. "Look," William said, his voice calm but firm. "I understand you have your system. But can you please just get to the point? What did you find?”
RONNELL POVI pulled up in front of Blair's house and parked at the driveway. I had never been here before. From the background check I had done on her, I had known that she owned a home, but I hadn't let myself look any further into her. Nor had I come up with a reason to drop by on an evening or weekend despite repeated temptation. Blair lived in a two-story craftsman. Its modest exterior provided little hint from the outside. There wasn't a landscape, a crumbling porch, painting chopping off the rails and trim. The windows couldn't have done much to regulate the temperature. They had to be at least forty years old, and only half had a screen on them. This surprised me because I had never thought of Blair in this way but her house was a bit of a wreck.The neighborhood was all right. At least she wasn't in imminent danger of being shot or mugged when she stepped outside. There were no cars in the driveway, so I wasn't certain that she was home.I reached for the doorbell but hesi
BLAIR POVConfined to my tiny room – or sometimes Nathan's – cabin fever had finally set in. Today, desperate for a change of room, I'd dragged some blankets downstairs to pad the rough concrete floor. Nathan's play mat bestowed a small comfort amidst the wreckage of the apartment.Of course, today of all days, Ronnell decides to show up. He crouched beside my son, his large frame dwarfing Nathan's tiny one while peering at him as he windmilled his arms and kicked his feet happily. He hadn't said anything, so maybe the sight of my precious son had blinded him to the wreckage surrounding him. “Hello big guy,” he rumbles softly. “I'm glad that we get to see,” I moved around them so I could see what he was doing. But instead, Nathan clutched his index finger in his little fist, and he didn't seem in a hurry to rip his hands away from him. Nathan was a curious little creature, but he was gazing up at Ronnell, his eyes wider than I had ever seen them before. “He doesn't usually put up w
RONNELL POVMy hands wrapped around the steering wheel, knuckles turning white as my grip tightened. I'd intended to pull away from Blair's… well, it was hard to call that place a house. But here I was, still parked in the driveway. Anyone else in this situation, I'd have bounced. Her living conditions weren't my concern.As long as she showed up for work on time and churned out perfect reports, that was all that mattered. I didn't need to know the details of her life.But Blair… Blair was different. Seeing her like that, with Nathan in that trashed apartment… it stirred something in me, something I couldn't quite define. Maybe it was the vulnerability in her eyes, so different from the steely professionalism she wore at work.The image of Nathan, his chubby hand clutching my finger, flashed in my mind. A surprising warmth bloomed in my chest. It was ridiculous. Kids weren't part of the plan. Yet, there he was, a tiny human who, for some inexplicable reason, had made me happy. A sigh