Novels by Honey Writes

LAURA — 04His mask lay cracked on the tile. I barely registered the sound, rage was all I could hear.Michael kept his eyes closed. When he finally opened them, something flickered there but it was gone before I could name it.Regret? Guilt? Maybe shame…it was gone, replaced with an emptiness that made me shiver.“I don’t know what you think this is, Laura — his eyes held a tiredness I had never seen before. Dark circles and eye bags — but I never asked you to come.” His tone was cold.I shifted back a bit, taking him in. This wasn’t my husband. Not the man I knew. Not the man I loved.“What has gotten into you, Michael? We always come to these things as a couple. We’ve been doing so for four years. How could you do this to me?” I questioned, my voice shaky.He remained stoic, his hands firmly in his pockets. “Michael?’ I pushed, needing him to say something. Anything but he stood motionless for more than a minute.He suddenly pinched the bridge of his nose “Go home, please,” his v

LAURA — 03This couldn’t be happening. My hands fished for my phone as Michael suddenly helped Kayla to stand up. I had no strength left to call his name. I was choking in my own silent sobs. I placed the phone to my ear, the trembling affecting my grip.Michael’s ringtone pierced the soundless hallway. I watched in horror as he fished out the phone.“Michael, who’s that?” Kayla could barely whisper and before my eyes, Michael declined the call.A tender smile creased his lips “It’s nobody,” he said and I nearly doubled over.I was his wife. Not nobody! I tried again and Kayla frowned, her mouth opened in half of a complaint but this time Michael excused himself.Dread grew in my chest as I watched him help Kayla back down then go outside. “Hello?” He sounded irritated. A bitter lump had formed in my throat.“H–hi hunny!” I tried to keep my voice steady but it ended up high pitched. “Laura? I’m busy,” the hints of irrationality and tiredness slipping into his tone and I struggled

LAURA — 02“Congratulations, you’re pregnant,” he said but my brows had lifted in shock. He handed me a piece of paper and true to his words, records were all positive for pregnancy.Slowly, tears gathered in my eyes. My hands went to my lips as my body broke into a sob. “B—but the PCOS?” My voice broke.“PCOS makes it harder, not impossible,” he replied, his eyes glinting with hope and my tears increased. When the diagnosis came four years ago, I sobbed into Michael’s shirt. He’d said, ‘No child is worth your joy. We’ll grow old anyway.’ I believed him. PCOS had taught me to stop hoping. I learned to love the life we had.He made peace with our childlessness long before I did. At least, I thought he had.This was a miracle. My little angel. The doctor gave me some privacy and I grabbed my phone. My hands started to type but something struck me. This was a surprise, too good to just speak about on the phone like it wasn’t a miracle.I dialed his number noting with relief that he wa

LAURA — 01The man I married isn’t the man I thought I loved.In the mirror, my hands smoothed his tie, my touch steady, my faith steadier. Just being near my husband melted me.“I’m going to send a car later today,” Michael said, voice low. His hands slid to my waist, pulling me close.I gasped as his fingers traced circles around my waist before tipping my chin, our eyes locking as I inhaled his scent. “You’ll be late,” I said, breathless. “Can’t I kiss my wife?” he asked, his lips turning up in a smile that lit up fireworks in my heart. He hooked two fingers in his tie, undoing my work in mere minutes as his other hand pressed me to the mirror, my leg slid around his hip.My breath stuttered, his hands caressing my cheeks just before his lips touched mine. Then his phone cut through the moment.A soft growl left his lips as he let me down gently and brought the phone out of his pocket. A frown creased his brows. He muttered an apology and walked away from me. I pressed my palm