All Chapters of Accidentally In Love With You: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

Parker groaned as he woke. His neck was stiff and his arm was numb. Once he managed to get his eyes open, he discovered the reason for both. Talia was asleep on his arm and he’d been sleeping sitting up on Dianna’s couch. He took a breath and let his head fall back to the back of the couch. He’d gladly sleep sitting up if it meant waking up with Talia beside him. It was too early to say he was in love, but he had to at least acknowledge that he’d never felt this way about anyone else in his life. He thought he’d been in love before, but it didn’t compare to the way he felt about Talia. Thinking he’d lost her the day before had galvanized something inside him. Love or not, he wasn’t ready to let her out of his life yet. Things weren’t back to normal between them. They couldn’t be. Not yet. Talia was dealing with so much shit from her dad that what he and Carter had done yesterday dented the trust she’d extended to them. He hoped the long talk they had the night before had gon

Talia yawned and snuggled into Parker’s shoulder. It was late, and the room was dark, only lit by the light from the television. Carter had left hours ago and although they hadn’t solved the problem at hand—that of dealing with the rumors now circulating about her possible drug problem and probable mental health issues—Talia was content. Being locked away in the apartment with Parker and having access to a plethora of streaming services meant she could deny the rest of the world and exist in the safe bubble that had developed around her. The beauty of streaming services was she didn’t have to see news or current affairs or really anything going on in reality. She could fall into nineteenth-century England with lush set designs and extravagant gowns and escape from her problems while watching how fictional characters dealt with theirs. “Time for bed?” Parker asked, his voice a bit croaky from sleepiness. “Yeah,” she sighed and stretched before standing from the couch. Pa

Parker didn’t know what to expect when he walked into The Playbook offices the next morning. Carter knew that he and Talia were a couple now and that could mean one of two things; Carter would freeze him out or he would pile shit on him until he was drowning in it. What he didn’t expect was for Carter to treat him as if the revelation of the night before had never happened. Parker sat through the morning meeting waiting for Carter to make a snide comment or totally ignore him, but…neither thing happened. When the end of the meeting came and Carter asked to see Parker in his office, Parker thought for sure Carter was going to tear him a new arsehole. It was with a tiny bit of trepidation that Parker knocked on Carter’s door and opened it. Carter looked up from his computer and glanced at Parker before looking back down at his work. “Take a seat,” Carter said. Parker sat, nerves making his leg bob. He wasn’t scared of Carter, but he did have a level of respect for him. He knew

Going outside. Going out into the public. Sure, she’d been ‘outside’ in the last two months, but…but there was always a purpose. Talia was going somewhere, or doing something, or…or Parker was with her. Facing the great outdoors on her own…? Then again, Melbourne CBD was hardly ‘the great outdoors.’ “I can chuck a sickie and go with you,” Parker said. “I’m sure Carter wouldn’t mind.” Talia really wanted to say yes…but she needed to do this without Parker or Carter as a support network. If she was going to become an independent woman and take control of her life, then she needed to do it without the scaffold of, well, everyone. “No,” Talia said, shaking her head. “I’m going to do this on my own.” Parker watched her carefully for a long moment before he nodded. “Okay. You’ll be fine. You got this.” “Yes,” she replied. “I got this.” Parker pressed a kiss to the top of her head before walking to the door. “Call me if you need me to come and get you,

So what if her jeans felt a little snugger around her waist than before? Talia shoved another mouthful of ice cream into her mouth. So what if her t-shirts were a little tighter across her boobs? Did that make her a bad person? Did that make her ‘less than’ because she didn’t look the same as before or because she didn’t fit someone’s arbitrary ideal of what a woman should look like? Which was complete bullshit anyway. Who got to choose what women looked like? Who got to say what was ‘normal’ and ‘ideal?’ Women weren’t cookies that got stamped out of a factory and the improperly formed ones tossed in the garbage. Women—all people, in fact—were individuals with complexities even science struggled to understand and should be treated that way. She didn’t see anyone complaining about her being starved so she would look like a teenager for two decades, did she? No, because apparently, that was okay, but to actually gain a bit of weight and have curves and boobs meant she had somehow failed