Semua Bab Portwood Brothers: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Addison sat outside her dad's law office and just looked at the building. Being a lawyer was what she'd wanted for as long as she could remember. At least it's what she'd always told herself. She really wanted to be a lawyer because she felt she owed it to her parents. She felt like she did a lot of things for them because she owed them. She didn't hate her life, but she wondered how much she did for them and not herself. Still, she couldn't deny that her dad had done great things. He had started a small, family office in Colorado after he left a big firm that had defied the odds having a majority of women partners. When he moved to Nebraska, he had joined a small office, and he always loved his work. Addison had her sights set on a being a partner in a big law firm. She liked the idea that with more people and power, she could do more to help.She applied to a few law schools, but when she got her acceptance letter for Phoenix she'd jumped at the chance and hadn't looked back. The sch

Bryce was moody, restless, and damn miserable. He didn't wish this on anyone, but he wondered if his wife felt anything like he did. He missed the hell out of her, and the place just wasn't the same without her. He missed seeing her shoes by the door, her blanket over the chair in the living room, her rumpled pillow. Damn if he didn't sound like a fucking girl, and he didn't give two shits. At the beginning of the week, the guys at work had tried to cheer him up even though they had no idea what was going on. By the end of the week, they were giving him a wide berth because he was in just such a foul mood. He'd respected Addison's wishes to give her space. It hadn't been easy, but he hadn't called her or texted her like he wanted to. His wife didn't ask for much, and if she was hurting this bad, maybe giving her some time was what she needed. Hell, he was no woman expert maybe he already fucked up, and he should have run off and drug her home. This was all new to him, and he was just

"Knock knock," Lacy hollered as she entered her bedroom door. Addison had been back in Nebraska for a few days, and sadly she was already in need of escape. Her parents had been on her case worse than before she left."Hey, what's up?""We're going out tonight." Lacy asked as she plopped down beside her on the bed and asked, What're you doing?"Addison pointed at the open laptop, "Trying to find some tickets home."Lacy shook her head, "Going home already? Have you worked through everything enough to do that?""It's not what you think. I have this appointment with a fertility doctor, and it took me forever to get in with them to start off with. We've been going for a while now, and if I start blowing off the appointments, they'll drop me. I'm trying to find flights where I can go and come back on the same day, but I'm not having much luck.""Want me to come with? We could get in a lot of trouble?"Addison thought about it for a split second, "Nah, it's not that big of a deal. I'm gon

Addison pulled into the driveway of a modest home on the edge of town the next evening. From the outside, it looked like any other family home, and she was a little surprised that Sam chose to live in a home rather than something that required less work and responsibility. She knew first-hand how demanding his job could be, and sometimes having a house of her own was enough to send Addison over the edge. Thankfully she had Bryce to deal with all that for her. Just thinking about that made her cringe. He'd flip out if he knew she was here. He'd hate it, and that made her feel guilty. She shouldn't be here doing this with Sam. They should have found a public place. He'd asked if she wanted to meet someplace else, but she'd said it wasn't a big deal. Now that she was sitting in the driveway, she wasn't so sure."Too late now," she told herself as she grabbed her bag in the front seat and opened the door. Ringing the doorbell, she waited and fidgeted with her shoulder strap wondering if th

Bryce was at the end of his rope. He wasn't sure how to get through to his wife. He didn't know what she needed from him and was pretty sure she didn't know because she hadn't been dealing with the miscarriage at all.When they'd left the hospital, she had closed herself off and refused to talk. He barely got her to leave the bedroom that first week home. She'd taken a couple weeks off work, and then when that time was up she went from a zombie to the shell of a woman she'd been ever since. If someone didn't look too hard, they'd never know anything was wrong, but he had to live with it every day, and it was slowly killing him. He had tried to help, tried to talk to her, but anytime he did she'd retreat back into herself. Eventually, the pain of seeing her so closed off hurt more than just letting it go.He knew the news they got at the doctor's office was going to be devastating for her. Sure he hated it because it made his wife hurt, but he could care less how they got their children