As I waited for her to answer the door to take her to the family Sunday, I began to feel anxious because I had not seen her with accessories or jewelry. A rose gold watch and a pair of Cartier earrings were all she wore. We hadn't been out to events together and I didn't pay enough attention the day we met to get an idea if he was wearing that kind of thing.My hands were behind my back, hiding the white paper bag with the Chanel logo on it . I wanted to surprise her."Mr. Dempsey, punctual like a gentleman," he joked as he saw me standing in front of the door. He was wearing black jeans, with a white slouchy mid-shoulder jumper, Black & White ballet flats , and his hair was loose in soft waves. He was focused on checking that he wasn't wearing anything other than the rose gold watch. And since I don't want to cause bad impressions, I'm ready to go,” he added to my silence.Men generally don't see details like what a woman is wearing because we're more concerned with other things abou

So, I had a trip to London scheduled for the end of November. And that was the reason why Bradley was anxious, because he couldn't wait for this trip to check that everything was okay... Although we both knew it wasn't true.Fortunately, I had a couple more episodes that only Bradley witnessed. I think he got a dose of the reality of the situation, that my time was passing and soon there would be nothing left of the Chelsea he loved. That also bummed me out because Bradley was happy with me; we were happy together, but there was a part of him that lived in uncertainty and maybe the pressure was making him duller than he was. As if my illness consumed him. It was when I would get crazy ideas about whether he wasn't being selfish. You know, cutting off his ability to find a woman who could offer him a real future.But then he thought that he had no right to choose for him, that Bradley was solely responsible for deciding if what he was going through was worth it.We had known each other

"I told them the truth," he said with a sigh. Well…not the sex part. At least not Mom or Lucas. But I explained that Claire has a drug problem and that she had signed me responsible. That she would be taking care of Sunny while the state finds a foster family. His muscles tensed as she tightened the screws into the wood. Wow, who knew that seeing a man using tools would be so nice.He turned to see me and smiled sideways, smug when he noticed that I drool. I wrinkled the corner of my mouth in annoyance and turned my attention back to Sunny."Has Claire called you?" I asked doubtfully. If they took my daughter away from me, I'd be at the surrogate parents' door making a racket.-No. I called Social Services and they said that he had entered the rehab center. They don't allow you to have phones. Sunny dropped her interest in the putty and started playing with a toy that made cow sounds and stuff. Should she have pieces left over? Her,” she asked to himself. I looked up at the crib and i

I breathed in Dempsey's masculine scent, treasuring the feeling that he was like a fast-charging battery. No matter how bad it was, there was something about Mr. Dempsey that had nothing to do with the expensive perfume he wore that energized me.I liked to watch him while he slept. He is one of those who falls like a stone and usually wakes up in the same position in which he lay down. He fell asleep on his stomach and at first I was surprised that he wasn't a snoring man. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that he was a man who woke up very early to exercise.He was instilling in me the vein of keeping fit together. We also ran taking advantage of its exclusive residential area, with very few cars on the street or curious people.I always did more miles, but he consoled me by saying that over time the distance I could run or jog without dying of a heart attack would increase. So, from Monday to Friday we would get up at five in the morning to run and then we would use the gym. We ad

"Did you spend the afternoon with Galvin?" she inquired, but I heard a kind of suspicion in his tone.I nodded sighing. I wouldn't stop talking to my friend because they both had some territorial male issue.“They have to stop this thing. Both are special to me. “I was still in the shelter of his strong arms when I launched the request. Getting the feeling that nothing could go wrong as long as Dempsey held me in his hands.“I won't be the one to tell you what's wrong between me and Galvin. But I don't think he'll resolve himself until he lets go of the intensity he has for you,” he replied, kissing my hair right on the top of my head.“He tends to be a bit protective of me, but he's not a bad boy. We have been friends since we were very young. You know how this brother thing is, that none of them are the one," I murmured with a smile, remembering how bad he was with other boys.Even though he sighed in denial, I was grateful that he didn't refute my opinion, letting the topic die."I