Jordyn’s POV
Cassandra didn’t speak for three entire days. She just laid in bed, the blankets up around her chin, drifting in and out of sleep. I force fed her, of course. Propped her up and put spoonful’s of broth into her mouth. I made her sip smoothies through a straw. Stella too, and Cameron. We were all there.
She was cocooned in her own grief, a grief that I knew I could never fully understand. My heart broke for her, of course it did. It had all happened so fast. And it didn’t feel fair or right.
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Dillon’s POV The cab pulled into the estate. It looked different to me as I got out of the cab. Perhaps it was because I was in a different mindset, but the snow covered grounds looked lovely in the soft dusk. I shivered because it was the dead of winter and I was wearing shorts and a thin shirt, but I couldn’t help but pause for a moment and take in the scenery. I guess I finally saw what Cassandra had always seen; the estate was magical. Majestic and grand. I’d been too stubborn to see it before, but I sure as hell saw it now. I envisioned our little child, five or six, running through the manicured lawns in the summer. I pictured us out on the row boat on the pond, fishing. Or skating on it in the winter. We could get more horses and raise our child to ride. I could build a playhouse, right over there, with a swing set and a slide. It was perfect, the estate. The perfect place to raise a child. I noticed that the e
Dillon’s POV Pregnant? The word took a moment to take full hold of me. A baby? Cassandra was having a baby? OUR baby? But when? How? I stared at the message scribbled on the napkin. Was this some sort of joke? A prank? Cameron had sent me a lot of messages though. I knew in my heart that it wasn’t a joke. This was real. This was happening. “She’s having a baby,” I said out loud, in a daze. Marilla and Pablo smiled. “Congratulations, Senor Dillon,” Marilla said. “Here, this is on the house.” She poured me a shot of tequila and slid it across the bar. I slammed it back without even thinking. My heart was racing and my thoughts spun. I should have checked in with the bar sooner. How long had Cameron been trying to get a hold of me? I’d been selfish, holed up in Mexico, cut off from the world. And now Cass was pregnant. “You
Dillon’s POV I smiled and nodded at several of the locals as I walked down the dirt road. I needed some groceries, which I’d pay someone to haul out to my yacht for me. But I felt like grabbing a drink first. The sun was high in the sky and my shirt was so wet from sweat it was sticking to me. I padded along down the street, trying not to think about Cassandra. Cassandra. No matter how hard I tried, she was always on my mind. How had it all fallen apart? It was partly my fault, and I knew that. I never should have trusted Laura. She played me like a fucking fiddle. She used me. And I walked right into her trap. But it was more than that. I hadn’t been honest about the estate. Which had caused me to feel a bit bitter towards Cassandra, even though it wasn’t her fault. She didn’t make me move there. I had offered. And then there was Jordyn. I liked him, I really did. And I’d mo
Dillon’s POV I double checked to make sure my anchor was dropped and secure, then I lowered the small dinghy into the water. I had to go into town for supplies, since I was running low. And by ‘town’, I meant village. I’d been anchored off the coast of this small Mexican village for a few months now. I’d stumbled on it as I sailed my way down the coast of Mexico. It looked like as good a village as any to hang out for awhile, so I’d dropped anchor and stayed. I hadn’t planned on staying this long, but somehow, the days turned into weeks and those turned into months. I bought the yacht in Florida right after I left the estate. I paid for it in cash, and although she had her quirks, she’d been good to me, this yacht. She was a sailing yacht, not overly large and manageable with just myself. She had a small sleep quarter, a galley, and a lounging area off the rear. Her sails were in good working condition, and she’d become home for
Jordyn’s POV I knew Cassandra better than anyone in the world. Well, I mean, Stella knew her very well. As did Cam and Dillon. But I knew her in a different way. I knew, as she ate her lasagna, that she was thinking about the estate and about work. I knew that she knew that everything around her would only remind her of the baby. And of Dillon. I knew she had to get away, just as I knew before she even said the words that she couldn’t stay there. She didn’t have to say it. There was nothing left for her here. At least, not right now. She had her work, yes. And Stella. But it wasn’t enough. Not now. Not for the time being. Yes, I knew Cassandra, so I knew that the best thing for her was a fresh start. She’d left me for a fresh start, and she had thrived. She’d taken a really shitty situation (our marriage) and walked away. She’d started over and it had served her well. She’d been broken
Jordyn’s POV Cassandra didn’t speak for three entire days. She just laid in bed, the blankets up around her chin, drifting in and out of sleep. I force fed her, of course. Propped her up and put spoonful’s of broth into her mouth. I made her sip smoothies through a straw. Stella too, and Cameron. We were all there. She was cocooned in her own grief, a grief that I knew I could never fully understand. My heart broke for her, of course it did. It had all happened so fast. And it didn’t feel fair or right.&nbs