ABBY
I’m determined and feel confident with what I’m about to do tonight. I park my car in the parking lot of the luxury apartment building. I take a deep breath. Then I suddenly remember he doesn’t know I’m coming over. I should have thought about it first. I sigh in dismay with the fact that I’m already here. My hour and a half preparation just to look good tonight are just about to go to the bin. No frigging way.My pulse starts to race as I fish out my phone in my purse.
Relax. It’s just a text, Abby. Jeez.
Abby: Hey, it’s me, Abby. Can we talk?
I press send.
Relax. One text won’t kill you. I do a breathing exercise.
Five seconds later, my phone rings. Oh, my god. Seb is calling. Now I don’t know what to say. What if he’s with another woman? What if he’s in a business meeting with a client? What if he just wants to talk over the phone and won’t invite me in.
I p
ABBYThirteen months later…I walk through the crowd to search for my family. Today is m
SEBAfter sending a group message to everyone that I’m going to be a dad, I get inside Abby’s room. She’s still sleeping. The doctor advised rest for the night. It’s confirmed that Abby is indeed eight weeks pregnant.
SEBJesus, please, don’t let me think that. I check her phone while she’s sleeping, but I don’t find anything, or maybe I’m just overthinking, and she’s pressured with moving in and her college. I check
SEBIt’s almost dinner when we arrive at the beach house. I show her the rest of the house, and the last one I take her to is the second-floor terrace.“Oh
ABBYI wake up earlier than usual. Seb is already in his gym. After kissing me good night last night, he didn’t bother me anymore. I still slept in his arms, though. I want to make love with him, but he still thinks that I have my period. I feel so guilty for lying and for not letting him make love to me. That was the first night that we just end up sleeping without h
ABBYThree weeks later…“So when is the big day?” Becca asks while licking her ice cream from the spoon.