All Chapters of WARMING THE BED OF MY BROTHER-IN-LAW: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Now that everything was sorted, I decided to go away, which was why I didn’t have dinner with my family. I didn’t dare to sit with them and discuss the future of my ex-boyfriend with my older sister.‘Since Seth is tending to his grandmother, I should go back to him as soon as possible,’ I thought to myself, taking hold of my handbag.As soon as I turned to leave my room, I spotted my sister standing in the doorway. I could tell that she wanted to talk about something that would make me the most uncomfortable, the method I used to bring Noah back into my life.I, therefore, told her that I wasn’t feeling well and wanted to be left alone. She had the habit of getting whatever she wanted, so she couldn’t leave me alone. She placed the back of her hand over my head and asked me if I had a fever.“It’s not that. I am just too tired,” I said, removing her hand. “I am going home.”“Home? Isn’t this your home, Christie?” questioned Anne, unprepared to see me leave. “How will our parents feel

I wanted to spend a weekend with Seth, just dossing around, getting out of this emotional jumble that seemed to make such a mess of my life lately, something that was supposed to be the balm to the soul, an answer to whether what I was feeling for him could grow into something deeper. He deserved to be loved—unwaveringly, wholeheartedly. I wanted to know if I could give it to him. His grandmother was recuperating well; he was free from that weight; and his cheerful attitude seemed to echo a promising future.We, therefore, pulled into the seaside resort town just as the sun began its drop toward the horizon, bathing all it touched in a warm, golden light. Waves nuzzled the beach, a gentle sound mollifying my racing thoughts. Seth was easy with his smile, and his eyes locked onto mine like I was the only one to share his world, and my heart fluttered with a feeling that hadn't happened to me in a long time. What was this foreign feeling? Why did I get butterflies in my stomach?We check

The coffee shop was a small, rustic place; the huge wooden tables and hum of an espresso machine in the background set the atmosphere. Soft chatter from other clients created warmness in the space. Yet, even in this cozy setting, tension sat between Noah and me, an almost invisible barrier that seemed to electrify the air. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves as I sat down across from him. In his eyes was some strange intensity that unnerved me—so unlike his usual confidence, his calculation."Noah," I began, my voice steady but cool, "what is it you want to talk about?"He leaned back in his chair, his fingers lightly drumming on the table. "We need to discuss Seth."Hearing Seth's name on his lips was a kind of violation in and of itself, reminding me of the hugely complicated situation that the three of us shared. "What about Seth?" I tried to sound as neutral as possible.Noah's gaze speared me, but then I saw a flicker of something unreadable go through his eyes. "I ca

The morning of Anne's baby shower dawned bright and clear, a perfect summer day. I pulled into my parent's driveway early, and the sight of the old Victorian home brought a rush of nostalgia. There was so much that was beautiful about this house, with its wide wraparound porch and its rose bushes tended by Mother with such loving care.Today, it was decked with pink and blue streamers and balloons, with a big banner that read, "Welcome Baby!"I walked in to the smell of freshly baked pastries and coffee filling the air, mixed with floral perfumes from the bouquets everywhere.My parents were busy, doing last-minute touches. Mom turned to me with a big hug, her eyes shining. "Christie, you're here! I'm so glad. Anne's been asking for you."I smiled, wincing at the pang of guilt that jabbed at me for not being around enough lately. "Where is she?""She's in the living room, resting a bit before everybody comes," Mom said. "Why don't you go see her?I weaved my way through the house; it s

I sat on my couch that unnaturally quiet night, holding a mug of herbal tea that was going cold. I had been off all day, feeling some sort of gnawing anxiety inside me that I couldn't shake. Seth was supposed to come over after work, and all day I had looked forward to seeing him and hoped his presence might soothe my restless mind. Earlier, I had tried to call him, needing his voice, needing to tell him how much I needed him, but all my calls went directly to voicemail. I told myself maybe he was driving and would soon be here. The feeling was uneasy, sitting in the pit of my stomach.As the hours trudged on and the clock crept ever closer to midnight, concern began to give way to fear. I began flipping through the channels of the TV, looking for a distraction, but nothing seemed to interest me. My mind kept reverting back to Seth. I had dialed his phone number so many times, hoping against hope that I perhaps had missed his call or he had sent a text, but nothing was there. There was