Jade felt the steady pull of stop-and-go traffic as the Towncar snaked and crawled along the narrow streets of downtown. The stream of brake lights seemed to go on for blocks ahead. She knew it would be a while before they reached the entrance. She blew out a puff of air and tapped her fingernails against the leather seat.
Miguel looked up from his phone. "Everything okay?"
"Yes," she murmured, never turning towards him. She continued staring out the window, her knee now bouncing as well. She watched the street light turn from yellow to red.
"If you don't stop that, I'm going to tie you up."
Jade blinked and then looked over at him, almost laughing at the words. "What?"
"The fidgeting, it's driving me crazy." He glanced at her knee, which was still bobbing in anticipation.
"Sorry," she stopped, "I'm just a bit nervous."
His brow creased, "Nervous for the symphony?"
"No, for our first public outing toge
Jade stretched, relishing the soft sheets against her skin. Her fingers touched the smooth headboard, and she opened her eyes, looking up at it. It was morning, and she was still at Miguel's apartment. Her eyes darted towards the pillow beside her that was now empty. Peering over her feet, she could hear the shower running from behind the closed bathroom door.She sat up, keeping the duvet secure against her naked body. The room was spacious, filled with dark neutral colors and earthy textures. The charcoal-colored walls made the room feel masculine, while the stone-clad fireplace added a romantic ambiance. She smiled to herself, remembering the scene that took place in front of it just hours before.It was romantic, alright.Jade softly knocked on the door, listening for a reply. When she didn't hear one, she tried the handle. It was unlocked. The humid air enveloped her as she took slow, silent steps towards the glass pane, watching the muscular s
It was nearly noon when Jade and Miguel stepped off the elevator and into the parking garage. The air was cool and damp, which only turned her thoughts back to the upcoming trip. Everything seemed to become background noise as her mind drifted between itineraries, outfits, and which toiletries she should bring. She mindlessly followed Miguel to a nearby parked car. He opened the door for her, which made her pause. Focusing on the world around her again, she looked down at the red paint of the sports car, noticing it for the first time. "Wait, you're driving?" She asked in bewilderment."Yes," he replied, walking around to the driver's door.Jade slid onto the leather seat and gazed around at the interior. It looked and smelled new, permeating the scent of leather. "So you are human," she remarked as he closed his door and turned on the engine. "I didn't think you even knew how to drive."He chuckled and reversed the vehicle from the space, "If I couldn't drive,
Jade slid off her shoes and dropped her clutch on the entry table. She felt emotionally and physically drained. There were so many things about Miguel's life that she needed to process; it felt overwhelming at the moment. "I'm home," she called out, following the sounds coming from the kitchen. She could hear a female meteorologist discussing the weather forecast. Marissa was perched at the island, gazing at her phone with a full glass of wine in front of her. She was still in her pajamas and looked like she hadn't left the house in days. "Hey," she glanced up as Jade trudged into the room. "I was just making sure the weather wouldn't delay our trip."Jade groaned, "God, I can't wait to be there. I need a vacation." She slumped onto the stool next to Marissa and rested her head against the cool countertop. "How was your weekend?" She mumbled."Uneventful," Marissa murmured before taking a sip of her wine, "Mm," She stood up at once and bustled across the room, "I did r
Jade gazed out from the hotel balcony, taking in the view. The balmy sun glistened off the strip of white dunes as she closed her eyes, enjoying the tropical air. She listened as the coastal waters calmly lapped over the endless shoreline, and seagulls squawked in the distance.It was nearly noon, and through the open sliding glass door, she could hear Marissa greeting the waiter who was delivering their room service. They'd both just woken, agreeing that alarm clocks wouldn't manage them during their vacation. Jade appreciated the extra sleep.She felt refreshed and clearheaded. The only thing she needed now was a shower.As they enjoyed their meal, the two worked together to develop a schedule for the day. Before anything, they needed to get dressed. Not wanting to unpack all of her luggage just yet, Jade scoured the suitcase for a suitable outfit. Sundress, sunhat, sunglasses; all for the wonderful sunshine. She slipped on her sandals and glanced around the r
With more curiosity than courage, Jade turned into the Pharmacy parking lot. She'd allowed nearly another week to pass by, hoping this all was just a fluke. She needed to believe there could be another explanation.Stress, maybe?With each passing day, the prospect of that dwindled. It was now December, and she was finally beginning to come to terms with the situation.The first step was answering the most crucial question: Is she pregnant? Everything else would follow.The pharmacy had a plethora of pregnancy tests to choose from. Each looked identical: Rectangular boxes that only seemed to come in the shades pink or blue. Her eyes scanned over the selection, landing on one that read:'Clear results in just sixty seconds.'It sounded simple enough. She tucked it between her arm and marched towards the register, determination in her every step.The box's contents rattled out onto the bathroom countertop; two white plas
Jade stood under the portico and slipped off her soiled boots, not wanting to track sleet into the house. The last hour had been nothing more than a blur, a space in time that she could vaguely remember. Snowy bits dusted the porch as she removed her winter gloves, hat, and jacket as well. Her mind was so numb that it didn't even register the frigid air.Inside, a hush radiated throughout the house, indicating that she was alone. Jade placed her purse onto the entry table; the contents of it mirroring the doctor's diagnosis. She was pregnant.Eleven weeks, nearly three months!The very thought of it still shocked her. Jade didn't know how to be a mother; she wasn't even given a good example of how to be one. Sheventured past the entryway and gazed around, unsure of what to do with herself. Any other evening she would've happily poured herself a glass of wine after such a stressful day.There was a huge list of things she could no longer c
Jade pulled away from the curb and steered the car to the neighborhood entrance. The clock on her dashboard read that it was only 1:00 PM, much earlier than she had anticipated leaving the party. From here, she was supposed to drive straight to an art exhibition downtown, where she would then meet Miguel.Now, she thought,there would be time to stop at home and freshen up beforehand.As she passed the rows of lavish homes and manicured lawns, the tail end of a black sedan up ahead caught her eye. She was certain it was Andrea's car parked on the side of the road, steam billowing from the exhaust pipe. Jade slowed down and veered the car onto the crunchy grass a few feet away from its rear, concerned for her friend. It didn't look like the car had been in an accident.From behind the driver's window, she could see Andrea was visibly upset, with her light lashes soaked in the evidence of grief. Her eyes were closed as if, like a t
Jade slipped into something a bit more formal and then headed for the Art Expose. She wasn't sure the appropriate attire to wear to such an event but decided she couldn't go wrong with a conservative dress and heels. As she entered the gallery, she paused to glance around at the crowd, glad that she had time to change out of her jeans.The clicking of her heels echoed throughout the individual corridors that lead her to each new exhibit.She clutched her pocketbook in front of her and pretended she belonged. Every room was filled with different pieces, in different styles. Occasionally, she paused to observe the artwork hanging from the walls and then would search the unfamiliar faces. There were so many people; she wasn't sure where to even look for him."Ma'am?" She turned towards the deep voice, looking up at a tall waiter carrying a tray of crystal champagne flutes. Jade politely declined, "No, I'm fine. Thank you."From behind him, her gaze lande