Precious Consequences
by
Tamsyn Bester
Dedication
This book is dedicated to my mom, who has shown me the meaning of unconditional love and support.
I hope I make you proud.
I love you.
Tam
Acknowledgements
I’d like to take this opportunity to say thank you to my friends and family for their support. I am so grateful for each of you and for what you all mean to me.
When I started writing Precious Consequences, I was terrified that I wouldn’t be able to do my characters justice and give them the story they so rightly deserve. I’m so in love with this story and the people who were created from it and I couldn’t be more pleased with how it turned out.
To my amazing friends, brats and beta readers – Toski Covey, Sommer Stein, Carrie Richardson-Horton, Jessica Carter, Lisa Sharley Serpa, Ena Burnette and Jessica Bowman – Your support and encouragement has been invaluable and I can’t thank you enough! Toski and Sommer – once again, you girls brought my vision to life with another jaw dropping cover – THANK YOU!
To my Brat, Amanda Bennett – thank you for being an amazing friend and mentor. Beautifully Broken was the first Indie book I ever read and I had no idea that it would lead me here, almost a year later
Thank you to my editor, Eileen – THANK YOU for doing such an amazing job with Precious Consequences and for being so eager to make it perfect!
Special thanks go to Michelle Davis Grad, who read through this book chapter by chapter as I wrote it and became as invested in Cameron and Hayley’s story as I did. Girly, you have done so much to help me make this book the best it can possibly be, staying ‘up’ with me until the early hours of the morning (South African time) and helping me when writers block got the better of me. I am so grateful!
To Ena Burnette and Enticing Journey Book Promotions – a huge thank you for helping me promote Precious Consequences and for putting together my blog tour! You.Are.Awesome.
Lastly, I would like to thank the readers, and the bloggers who have shared my enthusiasm for this book and supported me by buying my first – I owe so much to all of you! THANK YOU.
I hope you love this story as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Tam
Prologue
~ Hayley ~
I couldn't pretend that my life hadn't changed. But I also couldn't bring myself to regret the irrevocable consequences that forever changed me. I learned the true meaning of selflessness and what it meant to love someone so much you'd give up everything for them. I finally understood what it meant to sacrifice your own heart, just to allow another to beat.
One night.
One stupid decision.
And the most precious of consequences.
Chapter 1
~ August, 2013 ~
~ Hayley ~
“Hayley, sweetheart, you’re going to be late!” my grandmother calls up the stairs. Of course, I know this, but try explaining the concept of time to a two year old. Ari wriggles in my grasp, trying to crawl away from me while I pull a little pink sundress over her head.
“Just a sec, Gama,” I shout back. “Ari’s being difficult.”
I smile down at my daughter’s face and her answering giggle makes my heart flip. “What’s so funny, monkey pants?” I ask teasingly. “You like giving me a hard time, don’t you?” Her brown eyes brighten at the sound of my voice and she giggles again, waving her little fingers in the air. Until five minutes ago, I was nervous about today, but somehow Ari and her silliness have managed to ease my anxiety. It’s the first day I’ll be without her since she was born and as much as I’m dreading it, I know it’s time for me to restart the future I put on hold when I found out I was pregnant. Most girls my age would’ve given their baby up for adoption, knowing they’re not ready to be a mother at the tender age of seventeen. But I’m not one of those girls. Despite the circumstances surrounding the untimely conception of my daughter, I made the choice to live with the consequences of my actions and refused to regret a single moment of my life. Looking at the little face that so closely resembles mine; I find it impossible to wish that my situation was any different.
“Okay, Princess Ari,” I say, slipping a pair of soft, white shoes onto Ari’s feet. “Let’s get going before mommy’s late for school.” I stand up, lifting Ari onto my hip and grab her bag. I make sure she has everything she’ll need before heading downstairs and into the kitchen.
“There are my beautiful girls,” my grandmother chimes. She smiles at us and her eyes wrinkle at the sides. If I didn’t know any better I’d think she was a normal old lady, but underneath that facade is whole lot of batshit crazy. Not that I mind. My grandmother has been my rock, my best friend and the only support I’ve had over the last two years. Without her, I have no idea where Ari and I would be.
“Are you ready for your first day of daycare, Arianna?” my grandmother coos. She closes the distance between us, reaching for Ari, and I let her go. “Gama,” Ari squeals delightfully. She mumbles something incoherently and I stifle a laugh when my grandmother responds as if they’re having a normal conversation. I leave the kitchen to grab my school bag, stopping in the hallway when I see a framed picture of my parents hanging on the wall. My father looks younger, happier, and my mother has the same sour expression on her face that I got used to seeing. Part of me misses them, but I push those feelings away quicker than they surface. They have no place in my life, especially after how I left things when I moved away during my senior year of high school. I shake my head, as if it will clear the past from my mind, and take my school bag from the bottom of the stairs. It’s my first day of college but I’m more nervous about Ari’s first day of daycare.
“Hayley Tanner, if you don’t hurry your ass up, you’re going to be late for school,” my grandmother chides behind me. Ari slips past her and comes running down the hallway, jumping straight into my arms.
“Huwwy you ass up, momma.” she says.
“Arianna, don’t say ‘ass’,” I reply sternly, giving my grandmother a look. If we’re not careful, Ari repeats everything we say, including the occasional cuss word my grandmother lets slip when she’s mad.
“Sowwy momma.” Ari ducks her head into my shoulder. I kiss her head of brown curls and inhale her sweet scent. It’s one of the most comforting things about this little miracle, the way she smells and the way she fits into my arms so perfectly. We say goodbye to my grandmother and as soon as I start the quick drive to Ari’s new
