All Chapters of Divorce Suits Me Better: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

(Nate’s POV)I heard the heels before I saw her.I was leaning against the wall outside Grandma’s room with a coffee I’d bought twenty minutes ago and still hadn’t drunk, scrolling through emails from Reed, and the sound came from the far end of the corridor.Getting closer.I looked up.Sabrina was walking toward me down the hospital corridor in a dark green dress that stopped above her knees and high heels. Her hair was down, dark and loose over her shoulders, and she was carrying white peonies in one hand and her bag in the other.My coffee stopped moving. My hand just froze with the cup halfway to my mouth and stayed there.The dress was fitted. Fitted across her hips, fitted at the waist, and her legs were bare beneath a hemline that stopped well above her knees. Her collarbones were sharp above the neckline and there was a thin gold chain sitting against her throat and moving every time she breathed.Her breasts were fuller than I remembered, and my eyes lingered there until I f

(Sabrina’s POV)“Grandma, I—”“Don’t ‘Grandma’ me.” She grabbed my wrist. “How far along?”“Four months,” I whispered helplessly.Her eyes locked on my face. I could see her doing the math, her lips moving without sound.“Four months,” she repeated. “That’s—Sabrina, that’s—”“Please don’t.”“That’s Nate’s baby.”I couldn’t speak. My throat had sealed shut and my eyes were spilling over.“Oh my GOD.” Her hand flew to her mouth. Her eyes filled and she was smiling behind her fingers, this huge trembling barely contained smile she was trying and completely failing to hide. “Oh my God. Oh, Sabrina.”“Grandma, please—”“It’s his. It’s Nate’s!” She grabbed both my hands and squeezed them so hard my rings bit into my fingers. “I’m going to be a great-grandmother.”“Please keep your voice down—”“How long have you known? Does he know? Is it a boy or a girl? Is it healthy?”“The baby is healthy,” I managed, my voice cracking. “I don’t know the gender yet, but Adrian’s been monitoring everythin

(Nate’s POV)Alexis was in the bathroom when I got home. I could hear the shower running.Her coat was draped over the kitchen chair, and the heels she’d worn to the hospital were kicked off by the door.I sat down at the kitchen table and waited.She came out twenty minutes later in a silk robe, her hair wrapped in a towel, smelling like the expensive jasmine body wash she kept in the guest bathroom. She stopped in the doorway when she saw me sitting there.“Hi,” she said carefully.“Sit down, Alexis.”She didn’t sit. She walked to the counter and poured herself a glass of water, slowly, turning the glass in her hand, taking her time. Then she came and stood behind my chair instead of sitting across from me, and her hands slid down over my shoulders.“You’re tense,” she murmured, her thumbs pressing into the muscles at the base of my neck. “Let me—”I caught her wrists and moved her hands off me. “Sit down.”She came around the table and sat, pulling the robe tighter across her chest

(Sabrina’s POV)Grandma was asleep when I got to the hospital on Saturday.The nurse at the desk told me she’d had a rough night. Nothing dangerous, just restless. She couldn’t settle. She’d finally fallen asleep around seven in the morning and they didn’t want to wake her.I stood in the doorway of her room and looked at her for a moment.She was small under the blankets, her white hair spread across the pillow, her mouth slightly open. The peonies from my last visit were in a vase on the windowsill, starting to brown at the edges.“She ate breakfast, though,” the nurse added behind me. “Full plate. She’s doing well, all things considered.”I thanked her and walked back out to the corridor. I sat down in one of the plastic chairs outside her door and pulled out my phone.I was scrolling through emails when I heard footsteps coming down the hall.Nate rounded the corner with two coffees in his hands. He’d shaved. He was wearing a clean shirt today. It was dark blue and fitted across t

(Sabrina’s POV)I turned the key and the engine did nothing.I tried again. The dashboard lit up for one second—a flash of lights, the fuel gauge flat on the red E—and went dead.“You have GOT to be kidding me.”I sat back in the driver’s seat and stared at the steering wheel. The hospital parking garage was half-empty. My car was not going anywhere.I checked the gauge again. Dead empty.I’d been driving on fumes for two days and ignoring the warning light because I’d been too distracted to stop for gas.Every time I got in this car I was thinking about Nate’s hand on my back at the hospital door, or his voice on the phone at midnight, and apparently that was enough to make me forget how fuel gauges worked.I pulled out my phone.Eric would send another car. Eric would also ask seventeen questions about why I was at the hospital, and I was too tired for that tonight.I was about to call the roadside when a knock came on my window.I jumped. My phone nearly went flying.Nate was stand