“Actually, yep, that is exactly what you are supposed to do. Take the risk or don’t, but you do need to decide. I personally would love for you two to be happy ever after. But I also know that isn't always the case.”
“From the minute I met Cash I fell for him, but he also has put me through the biggest heartaches. And I can’t have my baby go through that.”
Wyatt had walked into the door at that exact time. “Y’all’s baby.”
I froze, shocked, looking at him, then Olivia, then Breigh.
“You’re right. Our baby. It is time I act that way.”
All the changes that Cash had made took effort, took time, and took commitment. I couldn’t honestly say I would have done the same for him if I were put into his shoes.
I should at the very least see what he said about Maddy instead of running from him like a child. This woman had assisted Cash in stabbing me in the heart and I deserved to know why.
After all, I was taking her word, as if she was trustworthy. I was letting her steal my happiness…
It was time I took the leap of faith.
Take a deep breath, Emma. You got this. The man is in love with you, chill out. My heart was beating so hard, along with my baby doing flips in my stomach; I thought I was going to vomit.
I turned off my Mercedes, rubbing on a little Chapstick before rounding the front of my car. I pulled on my maternity dress just a smidge to loosen it. I hated these damn clothes. Everything was miserably uncomfortable right now, and I wished it were acceptable to walk around in a muumuu. If it was, I would. I hadn’t been able to fit my feet in a pair of heels in weeks and that in itself was depressing as all get out.
I walked to the staircase to make my way up when I ran straight into another person.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention,” I immediately said, frustrated that my head was all over the place. I lifted my head to see the last person on earth I would have ever thought.
Maddy.
“It’s okay.” She looked down at my belly and her eyes got as big as saucers. “I was just leaving.”
She gave me a wicked smile and acted like she was fixing her jeans before walking off. She was wearing heels and had her perfect shaped body that made me wanna slap her.
“Were you at Cash’s?” I asked with a louder voice, so she could hear me as she was dismissing me.
Maddy turned around and winked at me. She didn’t confirm nor deny but she smiled with a wink then dipped into her car.
I stood there feeling faint, trying to get my bearings and not pass out. I was pretty sure a pregnant woman hitting the ground would be detrimental to a baby.
I grabbed my stomach, holding right under the hump, where all the pressure seemed to weigh in.
“I’m sorry, baby. You will always have your mama. I promise.”
I refused to let myself cry until I was in my car, but as soon as I got in, a let the tropical storm commence.
Today my day was booked solid and I had little time to use the bathroom much less deal with my personal life or lack thereof.
Why did I have to run into that woman again?
I had stopped trying to figure things out, and let God take control. It was time for me to attempt to let him take the wheel and let myself stop trying to change things I had no control over.
After relenting and deciding I was going to let Cash in, so we could be a family, then getting my heart pulled out of my chest, I was defeated. I had to ask myself if this was a joke, a complete array of mess-ups.
The worse part of it was I had no more tears to cry. Not for Cash.
My body ached from the pregnancy, my breasts were killing me, and had now developed into a size that made me miserable, and my feet, we aren’t even going there.
“Ms. Gray, you have someone waiting to see you.”
“Donna, not today. I’m not expecting anyone and don’t have the time. Who is it?” I ask irritated, still typing away on my keyboard not even looking up.
“Cash Galloway.”
I laid my forehead on my desk with irritation. I had no intention of dealing with this right now. He had no idea I had been confronted by the woman who crushed my soul.
Done.
I tried to do the right thing, and got slapped in the face.
I was a coward today, and although I knew I was being childish, I couldn't just rush out to him and act like everything was okay. He wasn't aware of what had happened but yet he was to blame. His actions had consequences.
I cleared my throat, “Donna, please tell Mr. Galloway I have no time today.” And I didn’t want to hear whatever his excuse might be. Nope. I wasn’t confronting him because at this point it didn't matter.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Then a beep followed. “Ms. Gray, he said he has to see you right now.”
“If he wants to wait until I finish this proposal I will see him, but that could be a while.”
Two seconds after I sent my message over, Donna replied, “He said he will wait.”
“Very well.” I rolled my eyes. “Please inform him it could be a while.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I got back to work, struggling to concentrate, struggling to keep my mind off of Cash, and struggling to stick to what I said when really my heart was telling me to run to him.
I placed my hand on my belly and rubbed as our baby moved around my tight stomach. I couldn't worry about me right now, my feelings or hurt. I was doing the right thing for my
