All Chapters of Baked With Love - By KC MMUOE: Chapter 21 - Chapter 27

Chapter 21 Hugo I don't know how to handle nerves in an area that I don't have any experience in . Lisa was easy to read because ;she was predictable. When you thrive on attention everything you do needs to be observed by anyone and everyone. I had to adjust to not playing soccer anymore and it sucks to the point where I am struggling ,and I don't want to speak about it I'd rather numb the pain. I was been driven around so if I wanted to have a drink before my meeting I could . Michael was staying over at my brother's house and his show and tell was in Friday . I told Luca to bring my son with him because he wanted to see Erica and given the past weekend and the gossip that was spreading ; the last thing I needed was for Erica to have her right to living a normal life taken away from her. I knew how it felt like to have your privacy invaded. I had a flask with me in my coat and I had taken a couple of sips ... Well I emptied out the whole thing before we arrived at the bakery.

Chapter 23HugoI have never suffered from post traumatic stress before , neither have I  been caught off guard with regards to the nightmares that I have been having since the accident happened .I have had trouble sleeping but I think I’ve been able to handle it well and up until now .  Erica has a calming effect on me , half the time I am not  in pretence mode and I can be myself with her .  I didn’t understand why Marc  made sure everyone knew that she was his and no one  else’s until  I actually sad down and talked to her.Her forgiving and understanding nature  makes it easier for anyone to talk to her and I don’t think I am the only one who thinks  that Mikayla doesn’t deserve her as a boss or friend . When the truck passed by the four way stop I flashed back to the day of the accident. I started reliving the whole audile. The  truck smashing into the car

Chapter 25 Hugo I really feel bad for what I did I wish I could take back what I said I wish I could take back what I did and I wish I wouldn't have post-traumatic stress from the accident that happened but truth be told I do have post-traumatic stress and I do need help with regards to getting my mental status wrecked I cannot believe that I snapped at the wrong person. I can't explain it one minute I was fine I was doing ok then next minute I just refuse last thing I wanted to do was hurt the one person that has been more supportive through both hard times and challenging times emotionally with regards to my son if it wasn't for Erica I wouldn't have formed an unbreakable Bond with my son . Blane metro that I was seated properly and everything I needed was taken care of but the restaurant was closed for the rest of the evening which meant that we were all going to have a lovely time with one person missing and she was the one person that we all wanted to come to dinner but it loo

Hugo The next morning, I felt marginally better. Luca's lecture and Michael's unconditional love had grounded me. My son had crawled into bed with me at dawn, his small body warm and solid against mine, and whispered, "Daddy, you smell sad." Kids. They saw everything. "Daddy made a mistake with a friend," I'd told him, smoothing his wild morning hair. " I'm going to fix it." "Is it RiRi?" he'd asked, those big eyes so much like mine looking up at me with concern. "Yeah, buddy. It's RiRi." "You should say sorry and bring cookies. That's what you tell me to do." So here I was, mid-morning, headed to Erica's house with my crutches awkward under my arms and a peace offering in a paper bag—pastries from Flour & Co., the only bakery in the city that could possibly compete with The Sweet Spot. It was the thought that counted, right? I needed to see her, to apologize properly. To explain that my jealousy had gotten the better of me, that I'd been an ass, that her happiness mattered mo