Greetings readers, So I have been reading all the comments that are coming through and I have seen some complaints about updates. Just so there is less confusion or frustration, here is my update/writing schedule. I update every single day. Even holidays. I update 2-3 chapters per day and those chapters usually go live at around 9am PST (I live in California). I have kept this schedule consistent for the last two months. Occasionally I'll even upload a bonus chapter (like this one) or two later during the day if I have enough time to write a full update. You are getting these chapters on the day that I write them. I do not have a bunch stored up waiting to be dropped. I am also a mom with another full-time job. Please give me some grace. And thank you for reading my story :)
[Cordelia] My doctor-midwife, Dr. Andrews, arrived in less than 10 minutes, ready with an emergency birthing kit in case things were further along than my assistant had reported. "Ms. Devaroux, I highly advise you give up working until after Jasper arrives," her face is stern but loving, her perfectly painted lips curved downward. "It was a false alarm this time, but if you aren't more careful with yourself, it might not be next time." "But I'm needed here," I insist. "I've put so much work into building this and I can't let it fall apart now." "If you don't shift your priorities," she scolds, her tone becoming cold with disappointment. "You aren't going to have any choice but to quit everything. You put yourself, and your child, at risk with your stubborn, selfish behavior." she seems a bit angry as she adds. "Consider this your warning call." My mood spirals downward as I consider her implications. Even though I say I'm working this hard to build a legacy for my son, am I rea
[Cordelia]Taking a deep breath, I reach forward and clasp the hand of my dear friend. "Henri," I smile sadly. "I can't marry you. In my heart, I'm still married to him," my hand absently presses the locket to my chest. "Will you allow me at least to try and change your mind?" He shifts into businessman mode and I'm reminded of Atlas. There is a lot about Henri that reminds me of Atlas. They look completely different--Henri has black hair, brown skin, and bright green eyes whereas Atlas is blonde and fair with grey eyes--but they behave so similarly. Neither wear their hearts on their sleeve, but keep many of their emotions close to their chest. They also tend to think of relationships as business transactions. "I'm not sure that would be fair for you," I reply honestly, trying to let him down gently. "Or to me.""Let me make you an offer, a compromise," his grin increases. "Let's wait for a while, become better friends, spend the next year getting to know one another, maybe occasion
[Cordelia]After that evening with Henri, I had a lot on my mind. Some might say too much because the very next day I had another attack like the one the day before. This time my doctor was livid and so was my mother. Outvoted, I've been stuck in confinement, waiting for my little guy to make his arrival. I did receive a bit of good news today that helped brighten my mood and gave me something to look forward to. Tilly will be flying up this evening with Clark to be nearby for the first month of Jasper's life, to help me cook and clean and rest. Now we're all just waiting for Mr. Steele to make his arrival. I feel I've been pretty patient with him, but it feels like I've been pregnant forever. Dr. Andrews says that most mothers feel like this the closer they get to their due date. "Most of you will do anything to get that baby out. Bumpy roads, spicy food, lots and lots of sex."I choke on my tea. "Seriously?""Yes," she nods enthusiastically. "A good orgasm is great for speeding alo
[Cordelia]All the lights blink on all at once. My mother is there along with Tilly and Clark. Gertrude is standing by the bar next to a giant cake. There are lots of presents stacked high on a table by the door and every surface is covered with green ribbons. "Happy Baby Shower!" Tilly claps just before she rushes up to give me a big, awkward hug. "I'm sorry I didn't come sooner. I never expected you to not return home." The sadness in her tone tugs at my heartstrings as she releases me, only to have Clark come up and give me his own big hug."How's it going, Sis," he insists on calling me, even though Atlas and I were not married when he died. "And how is little Mr. Steele?""He's fine," I pat my baby's little bottom which now sticks up pressed against my belly, "right now he is pressing up against my intestines. It's lovely," I groan as he grimaces sympathetically.The room is far more full than I'd expect. Not only the staff of Delia Devaroux are all here along with several other
[Cordelia]"I'm not dating him," this answer is mostly true. "He's just my friend," I don't mention the proposal either. Nothing is going to come from it, so it doesn't matter. "I saw the way he was looking at you, Cordelia." Clark raises an eyebrow. "Is Henri aware that you are not dating? If Atlas were here he'd...""Atlas isn't here!" I shout, crying. "He turned around and entered that damn building after I told him not to. He wasn't even able to save her, Clark. Now both of them are dead. My husband and my sister lost in the same stupid accident." I'm sobbing now as I attempt to open my door, my hand slipping several times before I manage to get the key into the lock. "Cordelia, I didn't mean...It's just hard to see and...""Right now, Clark, I don't care what you think Atlas would have wanted in this situation." I am angry now, my sadness moving into a darker, more intense emotion as I continue to cycle through my grief. "IF he wanted to keep me safe if he didn't want other peop
[Cordelia]Within minutes I was on my way to the hospital. My bag was already packed and my mother was on standby. Getting there was the easy part. The part that wasn't easy was the waiting. Whenever the heroine gives birth in a movie or on TV, it always seems the baby is in her arms only minutes after her water breaks. It rarely happens that way. You are usually stuck laboring for HOURS, and DAYS in some cases. While the water breaking might signal the start of labor, there are times that it doesn't. Like today. "If you didn't have broken waters, I'd send you home," The doctor grinned. "You must have taken ALL of my advice yesterday," she winks. "Good job." "Um, thank you," I'm not quite sure what to say while being praised for going on a walk, eating spicy pizza, and having amazingly hot fantasy dream sex with my dead husband."Did you know," the doctor helps cover me again after the examination, "That it isn't just the orgasm that helps speed the baby along, but the semen?" s
[Cordelia]Jasper is whisked away, taken by the nurses to the corner of the room where my vision is blocked by their bodies as they work on helping my son regain his breath."Dear God, please," I beg, weeping for my son. So precious, my little jasper. Not just because of the unique spark that makes him who he is, but because he is the last of Atlas left in the world. Seconds feel like hours as I wait for the sound of my son breathing. The sound of the nurses franticly working on his lungs sends a shiver through me as I remember what Atlas told me about his family and how so many of their children died.The Steele Family Curse, he had called it. His father's reason for becoming a scientist--to find a cure. "Come on, Jasper," I pray. "Stay with me."A resounding cry cuts the silence and my body releases all the tension from the moment before. Maybe my baby had somehow managed to avoid the curse. Shaking I hold out my arms, waiting for them to return him to me. As he settles next to
[The Admirer]I had to see them. If she knew I was here, hiding behind a disguise, keeping to the shadows, she would be angry. No, furious. It has been so hard being separated from her, unable to touch her, kiss her, or comfort her when she is sad. I wish there had been a better way, one where I could have taken them with me, but she needed to stay to make this believable. She needed to be far away from it all to stay safe. And even though I knew this, knew that I had to let her go, I couldn't. Last night was a mistake. I should have kept my distance. But seeing how that other man watched her, looking at her like she belonged to him, or would very soon, made my chest tighten and my heart beat faster as I forced myself to stay calm. It seems too convenient that he has appeared from nowhere to suddenly be by her side. She has only been alone for 2 months, and yet here is a handsome, wealthy new beau ready to sweep her off of her feet. I wonder if Magnus had anything to do with how