It was a night to celebrate, yet I could not bring myself to shake off the bad mood seeing that room had put me in all week. Mia's fiancee, Mason had returned and he was meeting the family for dinner tonight. Lucas had noticed my change in behavior towards him, but he was too busy this week to acknowledge it. He had asked a few times why I was gloomy, to which I told him I had caught something and felt a little under the weather.I could not tell which hurt more, the knowledge that he had still not let go of her after those many years or the fact that he was too busy to care about how hurt I was. He was thoroughly occupied with trying to fix the security breach at the Milan branch and I feared he would have to travel there himself to fix things. Mia and Lilan frequented their visits and that was a more than welcome distraction for me, after Sarah's last messag

  It was my day off. As if on cue, Mia had come in early that morning, even before I dragged my sad self out of bed and she offered to take care of the kids while I got some free time to myself. If she was worried about my puffy eyes and red nose, she did not show it, but I knew she was only trying to be understanding by not bombarding me with questions. That I was thankful for.I was lucky enough to have missed Lucas this morning, I could not trust myself to not break down into tears at the sight of him after last night. Just the thought of how he had called me her name, and I was sobbing like a broken tap again. It hurt, and even more so because I hardly ever fucking cried and much less over an asshole like Lucas.Yet you love himThe thought was ev

"What do you think about this one?" I raised the ball of yarn so Mia could get a better view."Abby would love it," she said, wheeling the cart closer and taking one to get a better look. "She's a pink princess.""So green for Aiden and Pink for Abby, typical twins," I chuckled and filled her cart with the balls in my hand.It had been a week since Lucas and I decided to take a break from each other. The week had been horribly difficult and it was even more difficult on days where we had to go through an activity together with the kids. I realized soon enough that we were both doing a shit job at going with the flow of just employer and employee. So I made the choice to avoid him as much as possible, but that only seemed to make him come closer, clearly, I was not the on

  "Let me check your temperature again," I held the gun up to his head as Lucas put his shirt over his head."We're on our way to the hospital Chris," he breathed and clutched his head.I felt a small twinge of guilt for making him speak since talking only seemed to intensify his acting head.It was Saturday morning and Lucas was not anywhere near better, and the light rain drizzling this morning only added to make him feel even worse. He was still very warm outside but shivered occasionally from the could of the downpour outside.Feeling too tunned to speak after his confession last night, I let my mind wander with all the different reasons he must have said those words, and the thought was enough to lull me

  On Friday after picking the kids from school, we stopped by the market for fresh fruits on the other side of town as we made our way home. The kids had been going on all week about how much they would like to visit a natural market that was not limited to what they saw at the mall. It took some time but we finally located one on the far end of town, just a few miles from where I lived before moving in with the Maxwell's.Just like everything else I had done in the last three days, this was a perfect, most needed distraction, especially since he had had to work home more often since he recovered. Our conversations after I walked out of the elevatpor almost crying had been limited to the hi's and hello.Any distraction I got, I took it happily, because I would much rather be distracted than cry my eyes out all