All Chapters of Whispers of the Heart: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

He turned to me and leaned back against the sink with his arms wrapped defensively around himself. He shrugged his shoulders before answering, “I don’t know. I was hoping you might be able to tell me. She just disappeared on me. Took you and left. I found out later from somebody that had seen you all that she was pregnant and I wanted to see if it were true and do the right thing so I started looking until I found her.I chased her down to see if Nate was mine, hoping if he was, that we could work it out and get back together but she didn’t want to have anything to do with me by that point. I’m sure you remember that fight that night. She even claimed he wasn’t my kid but I knew better so I pushed. I pushed for the paternity test. She pushed back for child support. I signed all the paperwork and I let her have whatever she wanted cause I figured that we would still end up back together at some point.I had heard through the grapevine that she got hooked on drugs again but I didn’t beli

Turns out, that nap was exactly what I needed. I woke up a couple hours later feeling much lighter, much more relaxed and like I was in complete control again. I glanced at my alarm clock, surprised that it read 1:26. Apparently, the last few weeks of tossing and turning had really caught up with me and I just hadn’t realized exactly how exhausted my body and mind had become. It was like a weight had been lifted today, with Phil agreeing to take things at my own pace and not forcing any ultimatums on me.It was such a relief that I could cry but I managed to hold myself together from the dam that would burst if the tears ever started flowing. All the worst case scenarios I had plagued myself was nothing more than useless worrying. Phil had shown weakness and vulnerablility, two things men only ever care to display around someone they trust. I had the control here and I was going to try my best to make my decision as quickly as I possibly could so as to not string him along, one way or

“So, buddy, how was your first day?”“It was great!” With that, he launched into nonstop chatter about everything he had experienced from the moment I dropped him off until I picked him up again. He had to tell me all about the rules, the classroom, the breakfast, the lunch and especially his favorite time of the day, recess.We made it home and he was still talking. I learned about all his classmates, including a little girl named Zaniyah that stood with him in the walkers pickup line. I am hoping that is Melanie’s little girl as I asked Nate if he liked her and he said that he did and that she was one of his best friends already.We sat at the kitchen table together as he ate the snack of grapes, cheese cubes and Goldfish crackers I fixed for him as I filled out the additional mountain of paperwork the school had sent home with him. He chatted away and I listened as I jotted down his social security number for the fourteenth time. I wanted to make sure everything was completed and i

My hands were shaking as I wiped them against my apron. “What just happened?” I thought to myself as I picked up the tray of drinks, balanced them carefully and carried them to tables seven and eight. My reaction both surprised and intrigued me. I dreaded going back to that table now, for more reasons than just a typical pompous, self-centered customer. I managed to get my thoughts together to correctly deliver drinks to both tables and to take their orders. I carried the tickets to the pass, hoping they were correct in my distorted state of mind and sent them through to John before taking another deep breath and heading back toward the table full of what society would term my "peers".Six sets of eyes watched me approach now, some predatory like the jackass that grabbed me and one of the girls in particular, others curious and seeming to size me up. Then, there was Dark Eyes, watching me intensely through hooded lashes, openly staring while remaining completely aloof and indifferent i

I was quiet and distracted the rest of the night, finally to the point that when the diner cleared out, Barb pulled me into a booth with a knowing look after motioning to John that we were ready for our dinner, or rather, late night snack for me. Darcy had left around nine and the diner didn’t really clear out until right about the time she left.“Okay, spill.”“Spill what? I feel like I have spilled everything I touched tonight.” I laughed, half joking and trying to deter her from prodding any further.“Pssh. That was just a little juice. You cleaned it up. No harm, no foul. But, since you are already spilling stuff, might as well let me know what’s going on in that head of yours. I saw enough that I could just about guess but I want to make sure I’m on the right track.”I took a deep sigh and looked down, a pick in my apron suddenly very interesting. I didn’t really know where to start so I just blurted out the first thing that I could think of.“Nate had a really good first day at