The following week, we were still reeling from the thought that Hailie could be pregnant already. She had her period a week or so before the wedding, so she’ll be due soon if I remember right. Reaching the house of the Henderson twins, we started up the stairs and through the double doors. We were led through the corridor and to an office where the twins, Luz, an elderly couple, and a young man, probably their bodyguard. Hailie was obviously nervous as we walked in, “Ah, Ashton and Hailie, welcome.” Will said as he came over, shaking my hand and placing a kiss upon Hailie’s. The elderly couple stood and made their way towards us. Hailie took in a slight breath as the man extended his hand to her, “Hello, I am Rowan O’Malley,” he told her and then motioned to his wife, “This is my wife, Cathleen.” She smiled at them both, shaking their hands, “It’s a pleasure to meet you both.” Hailie tells them, “Though, I wish it was under a different circumstance.” He chuckles a bit, “Yes, w
Just like I had told him, Rowan emailed me the documents I needed and I headed over to the twins' place for us to go over everything. Ash was at work so I had to go by myself but Angel and Will have become pretty good friends of ours since all this started going on. After what felt like hours of going over the documents, I could feel my mind pounding as Angel and Will explained everything to me. “So, we can help with the gun shipments, but for some of the other implements of what your organization does, I’m not sure if we’ll be much help,” Angel tells me; I raise my brow, “What do you mean?” I asked, curious about what he was talking about. He got up and came over to the other side of the desk and began to explain, “This portion here,” he points to the sales records of something called, Fairy Dust? “What the hell is Fairy Dust?” I ask, trying to make sense of it. Angel chuckled and began to explain, “It’s a drug.” Angel tells me, “It’s a mix of MDMA, cocaine, and a sprinkle o
I inwardly groaned as I listened to a client. She was going on and on about her neighbor doing something to her, but when I did my research on the matter to see if there were even grounds to make this a real case, I found out that this lady was one of the infamous Karens I have heard so much about. I was about ready to bang my head against the desk when a soft knock sounded on my door and opened slightly to reveal my stunning wife poke her head through, “Hailie?” I said; my client jerked her head to the door and with the snobbiest attitude I had ever heard, she said, “Um, excuse me, we’re in a meeting.” I was about to say something but my wife had a look on her face that basically said ‘This is not the day, and I am not the one.’ It must’ve been a long day. “Can you come back? Or are you deaf?” I took a breath to mentally prepare for the outburst my wife was about to give this woman. “Bitch, I have had a long day and I can tell that your case is not going anywhere,” Hailie told h
As time went on, Ashton and I finally told everyone in our lives that we were expecting. Everyone was excited for us, but none as much as Terry! He’s already calling himself Uncle Terry. Ashton and I found a very nice apartment in the city and Helen has agreed to keep an eye on the house for us and we’ve decided to go back for vacations and major events. Maybe Lillian will have her wedding here one day. I shake my head at the thought; that Ash would rather die than hear of the thoughts of his little girl getting married before she was even born. I managed to get through the first trimester with no complications, or horrible symptoms. I’ve been busy trying to get the apartment cleaned up and pick out the nursery. Ashton was hard at work at the office so I’ve been trying to do things on my own; I’ve already been ordering things for Lily too. Things really seem to be looking up!I finally found her nursery! It’s a stunning bedroom with floor-to-ceiling windows that bring in gorgeous
My hand clasps over my mouth as I stare at the test in my hand, tears beginning to stream down my face. I trembled at the thought of becoming a mother at seventeen years old. What are my parents going to think when I tell them? I stifle my sobs as I process the information that is staring me in the face. I take a shaky breath, trying to calm down as I decide what to do. I want to keep my baby. Once I figured out what I wanted to do, I needed to do one of the scariest things I’d ever have to do: tell my parents. I sat in the sitting room, waiting for my parents to arrive from work, preparing myself for what I would tell them: what happened on the trip to Ireland, the pregnancy, everything. The door opened, and I heard my parents’ laughter as they entered the home, “Rayen?” My mother called; in a shaky tone, I answered her, “I’m in the sitting room, mother.” She and my father entered the room;
I groaned as I sat back in my chair; the mountain of case files and depositions never ended. I pinch the bridge of my nose, glancing at my watch, Finally, I muttered in my head, releasing a sigh of relief as I began closing out of my computer, quitting time. Standing up, I stretched my back and packed what I needed to bring home. The sound of the two others packing up, too, had my mind pondering what it’ll be like when I become the one who signs their paychecks. “About to head home, Ash?” Terry, my long-time friend from law school, asked. I glanced over to him, seeing him already becoming disheveled as he closed his laptop that still sat on the desk, “Probably.” I reply, “Hailie should call any moment to ask me what I’d like for dinner.” Ethan, the eldest of us all and my grandfather’s best friend chuckled at my response, “Ashton, my boy,” he says, “Why don’t you ask the sweet girl on a date? You two practically live together
The funeral was quick, but it was beautiful as well. Hailie stayed by my side the entire time, from the time they allowed me to view his body before we got started to place him on the ground at the family gravesite. So many people came to pay their respects to my grandfather, their friend, and their family. Hailie held my arm, “You’re supposed to meet with the attorney in the study, Mr. Woods.” I nod, “Yes, thank you,” I say, finally tearing myself away to go to my grandfather’s study. Ethan already sat at my grandfather’s desk, all his papers ready to go. His glance comes up to me, his eyes filled with sorrow as he motions for me to sit. I did so. Soon joining me, he gets situated in his seat, “I’ve always hated these damn chairs.” He says, “I’d tell your grandfather that he needed to replace them every time I had to sit in them.” We both chuckle at the memory, “I recall.” A smile formed on my face, “He’d tell you
I led Ash and Ethan down the stairs to the guests downstairs who wished to pay their respects. Ash is doing better than I was expecting. On the other hand, I am trying to keep it together; I always saw Mr Woods as a father figure. He was at the hospital when I was born, he was there when my mother passed away, graduation; I owe this family my life. I stayed to the side, watching Ashton mingling with the guests. His dark hair slicked back, allowing his dark green eyes to shine brightly, though I’ve seen his eyes like this before; his eyes, though brightly they shine, are not a shine of happiness or even comfort, but a shine of sorrow. The last time I had seen him like this it was when my mother died. He had held me the entire time when all I could do was cry. After everyone had left, I began cleaning the living area of the grand house. Ash came in, looking around, “Do you need something, Mr Woods?” I asked; he looked like he was thinkin