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other and hadn’t spoken in over a week. We both were hurting, invisible wounds cut deep enough to cause us to bleed to death. When he showed up on my door step, he had no words. But he had actions. He showed me just how badly he was hurting and how he wanted to erase all of my heart ache and make me whole again. I replay the last few months over and over in my head and hate myself more for being such a selfish bitch.
    As the bubbles fade and the water turns cool, I climb out to get dressed. I towel dry my hair, then pull one of Colton’s old t-shirts on over my chest and slip on a pair of hot pink boy shorts. I go downstairs to lock up for the night when I realize I haven’t eaten today. I’m scared really to even try, but I know I need the nutrition if not for myself, but for the baby. I pull a bowl of white seedless grapes and a bottle of water from the refrigerator, then carry my tired legs back up to my bedroom.
    I flick the TV over to The Late Show with Jimmy Fallon , then settle into my comfy bed, covering my legs with the thick, down comforter. I snack on the grapes and laugh my ass off at Jimmy Fallon and Justin Timberlake doing their History of Rap . The two dance and rap in sync to some of the best rap songs of the 90’s. When that part of the segment is over, Justin tells Jimmy about his 20/20 Tour and of course the hour is filled with tons of laughs. These two need a show together. They’d kill the Nielson ratings for sure. When the show is over, I flip the TV to Sirius , turning the volume to a soft level before pulling the pillow over my face to succumb to sleep.
    The next morning I’m awake with my head over the commode as the alarm blares around the room. And this isn’t my first bout morning sickness for the day. I was awake at three AM vomiting, then again at five, and now at six. I brush my teeth to erase the acidic taste from my mouth, then pull a hoodie on over my camisole and slip into some baggy boot cut jeans. I toss my caramel waves into a messy pony tail, forgetting about makeup all together. Trudging down the stairs, I grab my things before heading out the door. I don’t want to cause too much of a commotion at work with my absence, and I’ll be taking time off occasionally for my OB/GYN appointments. So I force myself to suck it up and go into work as if everything is fine.
    When I get into my office , I’m surprised to find a vase filled with an assortment of beautifully arranged flowers- lilies, hot pink tulips, yellow and baby pink roses, and baby’s breath. All my favorite flowers. My heart constricts a little, seeing the sweet endearment. Colton is doing whatever he can to make me feel his love. I set my bags beside the desk and remove the card from the arrangement.
    ~ Miss you Beauts
    No signature is needed. I’ve avoided Luke since I last saw him in December. No point in stringing him along with false hope…or so I thought. I debate on how to properly thank him for the flowers, but can’t settle on contacting him just yet. I place the vase on the bookshelf behind my desk, then start out my day as I normally would, submerging myself in emails, productivity reports and safety reports. I have a dozen messages and a pile of mail to sift through so I lay those aside to look through later.
    Colton comes in a short while late r, closing the door behind him. His smile is splayed brightly across his tan face, flashing his gorgeous beaming smile. “How ya feelin’ this mornin’?” He asks, taking a seat in front of my desk.
    “I’m okay. How are you?” I reply, not looking up from my work.
    “Just worried about you as usual. Texted and called ya a few times last night, but you never answered.”
    “Sorry, I went to Savannah’s for the evening, and my phone died on the way home. I didn’t turn it on until this morning.” So I tell a little white lie. He knows it too, but he doesn’t call me out on it. Looking past me, he eyes the bouquet of flowers.
    “Well, you’re