All Chapters of Divorced and Falling for the Tattoo Master: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

~ GAVIN ~Watching Sienna settle comfortably in my home was doing something to me. I couldn't name it. I wasn't sure I wanted to. All I knew was that I'd spent the last few days mildly annoyed that she'd traveled without a word to me, and the moment I saw her sitting in that train station — hood pulled over her head like she was trying to disappear into herself, every trace of that annoyance dissolved.Now she was here, working her way through the meal Todd had thrown together on short notice. And I was sitting across from her, pretending to be engaged with my tattoo and not watching her every move. With just a shower, she looked a lot better than when she walked in, but I still wanted to know what had made her cry. “Are you going to tell me?” I asked again when she broke eye contact and returned to eating her food — or more accurately, moving it around the plate. “I’m not. That’s an ‘official’ question and I’m not answering any tonight,” she said. I snorted in laughter. “No, yo

~ SIENNA ~I woke up feeling like I was floating on clouds. The beddings were super soft and sunk deep where my body laid. My limbs were no longer sore and the fog in my brain was gone. Rubbing my eyes and looking around the room, I tried to recall the events of yesterday. It was such an eventful day, it felt like more than twenty four hours.The gala. The MD announcement. Running away from home. A four hour train ride. Arriving at Gavin's home. Meeting Maxwell. Dinner. A foot message—That was the last thing I remembered. Did I fall asleep during the massage? How did I get upstairs and into bed? Did Gavin carry me? It felt like being a child again; that feeling of falling asleep watching TV in the living room and waking up tucked into your bed with no memory of how you got there. I sat up straighter, leaning my back against the cushion headboard. Then I burst into laughter. Deep belly laughter. Because it was funny. How did I go from swearing I’d avoid Gavin the last time I w

~ SIENNA ~She buried her head in her hands. “I’m so ashamed.”“You don’t have to be, Margo,” I said, rubbing slow circles over her back. “You did what you had to do.” “I hate that what I had to do was call the man who put her in that condition to come see her because the doctor suggested that seeing a deeply familiar and loved face might trigger her memory,” she rapped out, her voice cracking at the end. I passed her a bottle of water and she took a few sips. “It feels so wrong,” she whispered. “But I was desperate and running out of ideas.”“The intention is what matters, Margo,” I assured her. “Did she at least respond?” “Yeah. She recognized him.” Her mouth twisted bitterly. “I still don’t know if that makes me feel better or worse.”I exhaled slowly. “Natalie’s going to be okay. And next time you go to the hospital, I’ll come with you.”“Thank you,” she sniffled, then waved a hand dismissively. “Enough about me. How was your trip? How are your parents?”I shrugged. “Exactly

~ GAVIN ~I was torn between dreading seeing my father and being grateful that Hannah’s dad would be here. He was battling an illness and we rarely saw him around. Her mom also happened to be his primary — or at least favourite — caregiver, so they were both almost always absent from family functions. “Your dad’s doing better?”She nodded. “Much better. They’re still mad they had to miss the baby shower. They can’t miss this.”“That’s good to hear. I hope he continues to get better.” I carefully dropped her hand. “How about Aunt Roseline? Does she know?”Hannah winced in discomfort and I immediately knew that would be my last question. “I don’t think so.”“Okay. I’d call her now to share the news.”“You might need to do more than that. If you don’t mind, I need you to go pick her up. We agreed she’d move in with us for a while after the baby arrives.”Aunt Roseline was a retired midwife with years of experience in post partum care. I could see why Hannah wanted her around. “It’s no

~ SIENNA ~“Why do you want this job?” Margo read from the paper in her hands. “Because my savings are depleting fast and restaurants don’t offer free strawberry boba,” I replied.She chuckled lightly. “And why did you choose this company?”“Because you’re the only one of the twenty I applied to that chose me.”She grabbed the armrest to avoid sliding off the couch entirely, her body heaving in laughter. “Don’t you wish we could be this honest?”I sighed. “I know, right?”“Okay okay, let’s get serious.” She sat straighter. “This is a big deal.”It was. I had gotten an offer from one of the companies I applied to. A junior role — the kind of position that would have barely excited me five years ago, but right now, it was the only thing keeping my self-esteem from completely bottoming out. Margo was helping me practice for the physical interview. “I know,” I murmured. “I’m excited, but also terribly anxious.”"You’ll ace it. Don’t worry,” she said, with the easy confidence of someo