Romans & histoires My Day Day6

It was the silliest picture of my cat. The pinned contact name at the top read, "Darling".

Is it just me, or things starting to get a little juicyy haha. Anyways, have a great dayy Byee :))

"Darling, things are a little hectic at work today. I won't be coming home tonight. Tomorrow's our anniversary, and I made a reservation for a candlelight dinner at Palmette House. Let's bring Crispin and enjoy the evening together," Edgar Snider's voice came through the phone, warm and gravelly. I listened absentmindedly as I tapped open Winifred Clayton's chat on WhatsApp. Just an hour ago, she had sent me a video—she and Edgar, tangled up in each other's arms, kissing like they couldn't bear to part.

And my consciousness began to fade away. I clutched my belly, whispering over and over, "Baby... hang on... Daddy will come save us..." And still, the agony only intensified, as if some merciless hand were rending my insides apart. I tried to reach Xavier through our bond, but my strength was too depleted. The message barely made it out. Cold sweat drenched me. I curled up on the floor, clutching my belly, whispering broken pleas for a miracle. Then warmth spread between my legs.

"Mom, Dad… If there's a next life, and if I'm ever your son again… Don't lose me this time." My form began dissolving as my vision blurred. As the world slipped away, I heard Mom and Dad's soft, warm voices calling me home. "Bas, dinner's ready!" Taking my hand, Maeve grinned and playfully booped my nose. "You did so well, Bas."

STELLA My first steps back into the home that betrayed me are a bit hesitant. And although the sun is shining brightly this morning, remnants of last night’s gloom overshadows the warmth. I silently creep inside, eyes glued on my phone screen. It flashes continuously with a caller ID I hate to say, feels estranged. There he stands, sighing and pacing back and forth with a worried look painted on his face. Over and over again, he dials my number, only to hear the same silence. Sandy, in the sofa, clad in a pink silky transparent cropped top and bum shorts, catches my eyes. She grinds her teeth, rolling her eyes at Jamie’s frantic movements.

I look at the message. Good news or bad, I type. Both, he says. Depending on how you look at it. I look up at Priya. She is watching my face. "More?" she says. "Always more," I say. I text back. Three o'clock. Common Grounds. Then I put the phone away and I walk with Priya out into the Wednesday morning and I let it be good for a few hours before whatever comes next arrives. Leo calls while I am walking. He wants to know if I can come Sunday. He beat four more levels. He wants to show me.

James pressed his palm into the soil beside the peony bed, the gesture so habitual it had simply become part of how he existed in the garden. He looked up at Helena. She crouched beside him and said something else. He nodded once with the settled nod he used for significant things. Sera and Elliot watched without speaking. After a while the children came back inside. Helena sat across from her parents without preamble. “I have been thinking about what six means,” she said. “Tell me,” Sera said.

“How did I forget tonight is a no show night?” Gerald asked as he walked with Mia and Peach away from Pandemonium. “It's not your fault. It seemed like everyone, including the boss, forgot. But why is it a no show night!” Mia questioned curiously. “Every sixth day of every new month, there's always a break,” Peach answered. “Why the sixth day?” “The boss likes the idea of sixes. Goes with the whole devil thing,” she explained.

I kept a close eye on Alicia's streaming antics. I found out that in three days, she planned to have Tony take on monstrous waves, some as high as buildings. Tony was just a kid, barely taller than a surfboard! When the day came, my parents and I were glued to the stream, faces all tense. They believed my worries, not a shred of doubt–nothing like Jeff! My eyes started to water. If only I had listened to them and not married Jeff out of pity!