EvangelineOne week later.I swipe open the message from an unknown number and mutter its content out loud: Meet me here by 10:30.Underneath the message is a pinned location. I navigate the map, my brows creased into a frown. It leads to an old event building not very far from my museum.It clicks.A smile drags my lips wide.Alexander is the only one who knows that I’m still cooped up at the museum at this time. Maybe this is his way of luring me away from work after giving up on complaining. Or maybe he’s finally about to reveal the surprise he swears he’s been planning all week long.My heart flips at the thought, then drops when I realize I’m dressed too casual and reek of paint oil.I immediately FaceTime Alessio. She answers on the second ring, grumbling. “Girl, couldn’t you have picked a better time to call?”“I need you…” I pause, “wait, why are you doing your makeup?”She gives her eyes a dramatic roll. “I have a date.”I raise a brow in disbelief. Not that I don’t believe A
AlexanderOne month later.The museum empties slowly, the air finally quieting after a long night of loud chatter, clinking of glasses and storms of applause.I shrug off my suit jacket and drape it over my arm as I watch my Evangeline share goodbye hugs with the last few people.She has been radiant all night.It’s my time seeing her in her work space and it was a good view. She killed it. I was almost split open by pride and longing while I watched her soak into her world.And now that everyone has left, I have her all to myself.My lips lift as she approaches me on slow, sultry steps.“So?” She questions, her eyes bouncing around.“You have to ask?” I joke. “You nailed it. Excellently.”The light is too dim, but with the way her head drops, I can tell her face is burning hot with shyness.“Thank you… for coming…” she breathes.I stepp forward. “I wouldn’t have missed it for anything.”She looks at me through the veil of her lashes as she carefully threads her fingers through mine.
Evangeline“Jesus, Xander, what took you so long in there?”The words slip out before I can stop them. I’ve been sitting here in the hallway for hours, restless, praying that my father and Alexander would get along. When Julius walked into the office, I knew the chances for that to happen will be very slim. And now, this man is stepping out with his usual composed strides and a smile on his face.“Were you worried I wouldn’t handle him?” he asks, a glimmer of humor tugging at his mouth.I fold my arms across my chest, pulling my brows into a deep furrow. “Shouldn’t I have been? You took too long…”“And I’m here, am I not?” he answers, adjusting his cuff.I drag my eyes over his frame. Once. Twice, and blow out a breath. “So?”“So…” he drawls, pretending like he doesn’t know what I’m asking.I groan in frustration. “What happened in there?”“Well, I learnt that your father loves you,” he says, a softness melting into his gaze.It’s not much of an answer, but it still loosens a coil in
AlexanderI’m here for one reason only: I miss my woman. And to see her here, comfortable, glowing, and happy in the place where she grew up, with the people who she’s loved all her life… it brings me an immense sense of peace and happiness.We made the right choice.Her eyes catch on mine like there’s a magnetic force pulling them in. Her smile widens. Her face glows even brighter even as she tries to conceal her ecstatic smile from her family. It’s futile.Her body’s reaction—which is in fact out of her control—is very telling. Her shoulders rise on a deep breath. Her pulse ticks erratically at the base of her throat as she raises a brow at me as if asking what I’m doing here.I respond with a smile of my own.You know what else is telling? The energy that is now pulsing in the room.It’s not discomforting, yet not comforting.Her brother eyes me with the same distaste he showed during our dinner nights ago..Her mother… is simply a mother who’s careful for her daughter not to get
EvangelineIt feels good to be home. It feels good to breathe the air of this house again.It feels… absolutely amazing.And it feels even better to know I’m not here with a broken heart. I’m not a girl who is back to this house in shame.I’m back as a woman looking forward to a new beginning with the man I want to share my life with, with the father of my child.The quietness this morning is serene. Warm. I lie on my side and watch the seconds on my bedside alarm clock tick by, slow and steady. I press my palm to my belly. The baby shifts,... maybe even flips and twirls like the restless little devil he is.I smile, my memories taking me back to this routine me and Alexander began: Wake up, lay in bed and feel our baby move around.God, I miss him. That’s the only down part of being back home: missing out on the warmth Alexander provides. Missing out on those early morning kisses. Missing out on the adoration that burns bright in his eyes. Missing out on his kind words, his gentlene
AlexanderThe house is quiet.It’s not unusual for this hour. But the silence gnaws at my insides, because I know it carries an undercurrent of chaos.I’ve locked myself away in my office for hours; since I had that conversation with Evangeline, since she looked me in the eye and made it clear that it’s either I come correct or I don’t come at all.I’ve had to sit with my thoughts. I’ve had to remind myself that Evangeline, although soft and easygoing, is a no nonsense woman and will not tolerate any mistakes—especially ones that might affect our child’s life.The only sound I’ve been able to register is the low hum of the desk lamp in the corner of my office. I’ve had my eyes glued to the golden yellow light instead of focusing into the stack of files in front of me.My eyes burn with intense pressure, maybe because I haven’t blinked much, maybe because tears are flooding them. I don’t know… I’ve just… been trapped in my own head, trapped between wanting to do the right thing and no