to explain everything to you. Let me take you out for dinner and hear me out, and if you’re still angry, I’ll leave you alone.”
My mind is whirring as loudly as the baggage claim belt he’s yelling over. “Fine. Tomorrow night. No cancellations!”
“Fair enough. Tomorrow night it is. I’ll pick you up at seven?”
“Ok.”
Hanging up a wave of relief washes over me. He sounds so sincere that I want to believe him when he says there’s a reasonable explanation for all this. I just need to make sure that my desire to believe him doesn’t outweigh my good sense. The wave of relief crashes down into despair as I look at the pile of paperwork I still need to sift through. Why isn’t anything simple? They say that nothing worth having comes easy, so I guess Bradley and pursuing my degree must both be worth a lot.
“Sorry to leave you short-handed Mr. Taylor.”
“Just get some rest and feel better, Brianna,” my boss reassures me.
I haven’t had to call in sick since my partying days. However, this morning my bowl of Cheerios didn’t stay in my stomach for more than five minutes before I threw it back up. I know I should eat some crackers or drink some water, but the idea of both is making my stomach do somersaults. There’s no way I’m going to make it out to dinner tonight. Staring at my phone, I consider just sending a text message for a second, but decide to give him a call. It doesn’t matter anyway because his voicemail kicks in on the second ring.
“Hi Bradley, it’s me. I know yesterday I told you I was getting sick, but I really am sick now. I’m gonna have to cancel our plans for tonight. I hope we can reschedule soon.”
Throwing my phone on the comforter beside me, I let my exhaustion win as I drift off.
I wake up from my dream of being chased down by a giant, angry mosquito and find my phone buzzing on the bed next to me. That’ll be Bradley, he probably thinks I’m faking. I would if I was him.
“Hello?”
“I’m baaaack!” Kendra’s voice is too cheery for my brain right now.
“Hey, welcome home.” My voice is so flat; I sound disappointed to hear from her.
“What’s wrong?” She hones in right away. “Is everything ok?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine, I’m just sick.” I hold my hand across my eyes, trying to block out the daylight.
“You’re sick? Ok, how about I come over with some Gatorade and soup, I can take care of you.”
“No, you don’t have to do that.” I secretly hope that she’ll insist, it always feels good to have someone look after you when you’re under the weather.
“Hush, I’m already one foot out the door. I’ll be there soon.” I’m sure she can hear the smile on my face as I say goodbye.
By the time Kendra walks in, I feel completely fine. Whatever I had seems to have already moved on. I don’t think I even had to cancel my dinner date.
Kendra is radiant, which is difficult with the dull light in my apartment. “You look fantastic! Your honeymoon must have been amazing, it’s done wonders for your skin.” I give her a quick hug and take the grocery bag from her hand.
“The honeymoon was incredible. Europe was just like I imagined, except with even better food. You know, when you go to French restaurants or Italian bistros here, they really don’t do that food justice.”
“I wouldn’t know.” I smile. “Well, you look gorgeous Mrs. Blackwell.”
“Thanks, I think my souvenir is agreeing with me.” Her smile is so wide it looks painful.
“Souvenir?” I raise my eyebrow, looking for a new piece of jewelry or something.
“I’m pregnant!” She squeals, jumping on her toes.
“What? That’s amazing! Congratulations!” I throw my arms around her and jump with her. “Wow, you two didn’t waste any time, huh? How far along are you?” I look down at her belly in awe.
“Six weeks.” She’s
My mind is whirring as loudly as the baggage claim belt he’s yelling over. “Fine. Tomorrow night. No cancellations!”
“Fair enough. Tomorrow night it is. I’ll pick you up at seven?”
“Ok.”
Hanging up a wave of relief washes over me. He sounds so sincere that I want to believe him when he says there’s a reasonable explanation for all this. I just need to make sure that my desire to believe him doesn’t outweigh my good sense. The wave of relief crashes down into despair as I look at the pile of paperwork I still need to sift through. Why isn’t anything simple? They say that nothing worth having comes easy, so I guess Bradley and pursuing my degree must both be worth a lot.
“Sorry to leave you short-handed Mr. Taylor.”
“Just get some rest and feel better, Brianna,” my boss reassures me.
I haven’t had to call in sick since my partying days. However, this morning my bowl of Cheerios didn’t stay in my stomach for more than five minutes before I threw it back up. I know I should eat some crackers or drink some water, but the idea of both is making my stomach do somersaults. There’s no way I’m going to make it out to dinner tonight. Staring at my phone, I consider just sending a text message for a second, but decide to give him a call. It doesn’t matter anyway because his voicemail kicks in on the second ring.
“Hi Bradley, it’s me. I know yesterday I told you I was getting sick, but I really am sick now. I’m gonna have to cancel our plans for tonight. I hope we can reschedule soon.”
Throwing my phone on the comforter beside me, I let my exhaustion win as I drift off.
I wake up from my dream of being chased down by a giant, angry mosquito and find my phone buzzing on the bed next to me. That’ll be Bradley, he probably thinks I’m faking. I would if I was him.
“Hello?”
“I’m baaaack!” Kendra’s voice is too cheery for my brain right now.
“Hey, welcome home.” My voice is so flat; I sound disappointed to hear from her.
“What’s wrong?” She hones in right away. “Is everything ok?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine, I’m just sick.” I hold my hand across my eyes, trying to block out the daylight.
“You’re sick? Ok, how about I come over with some Gatorade and soup, I can take care of you.”
“No, you don’t have to do that.” I secretly hope that she’ll insist, it always feels good to have someone look after you when you’re under the weather.
“Hush, I’m already one foot out the door. I’ll be there soon.” I’m sure she can hear the smile on my face as I say goodbye.
By the time Kendra walks in, I feel completely fine. Whatever I had seems to have already moved on. I don’t think I even had to cancel my dinner date.
Kendra is radiant, which is difficult with the dull light in my apartment. “You look fantastic! Your honeymoon must have been amazing, it’s done wonders for your skin.” I give her a quick hug and take the grocery bag from her hand.
“The honeymoon was incredible. Europe was just like I imagined, except with even better food. You know, when you go to French restaurants or Italian bistros here, they really don’t do that food justice.”
“I wouldn’t know.” I smile. “Well, you look gorgeous Mrs. Blackwell.”
“Thanks, I think my souvenir is agreeing with me.” Her smile is so wide it looks painful.
“Souvenir?” I raise my eyebrow, looking for a new piece of jewelry or something.
“I’m pregnant!” She squeals, jumping on her toes.
“What? That’s amazing! Congratulations!” I throw my arms around her and jump with her. “Wow, you two didn’t waste any time, huh? How far along are you?” I look down at her belly in awe.
“Six weeks.” She’s
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