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I threw away the sketch I’d been working on—it looked like crap. I had to come to terms with the fact that I wouldn't be able to do any creative work until Sam and I worked things out, or at least until he came home and I knew he was okay. I'd only texted him once, and he said he was sleeping in the on-call room. At least that was something; it meant he wasn't overworking himself.
While I made myself another coffee, I checked my phone. I didn't have a message from Sam, but I did have one from Kimberly.
Kimberly: Hey, your unwanted mama bear here. Do you need some company?
I replied quickly.
Avery: I'd love some. The loft is starting to feel quite lonely.
Kimberly: Yeah, I heard Sam is camping at the hospital. Want me to buy something for us to snack on?
Avery: Yes please.
Kimberly: Any favorites?
Avery: Whatever's bad for us.
That sounded good. I wasn't in the mood for alcohol. I mean, it was morning, for God's sake, but an extraordinary amount of carbs and sugar sounded right up my alley.
Since I knew Kimberly was coming, I went to the bathroom and made myself presentable.
I was wearing a pink summer dress, more of a Bohemian style. I loved lounging in them around the loft, even though it was cold as hell outside.
As I looked around, my heart felt like it was the size of a peanut. Seeing everything we'd done to this place in such a short time made me realize how much I wanted a future with him. I could almost see our mini-mes running around.
Oh God, I loved Sam so much, and our life together. These past few weeks, I'd convinced myself that we were a couple and this was a relationship. Now my heart was heavy at the thought that our paths could separate again. I couldn’t even imagine us being apart.
Last time it had been different. I'd been in over my head with Mom’s doctor appointments and the bills. I didn't even have time to mourn my breakup with Sam. I'd only woken up, as if from a haze, three years later. Back then, the wound was no longer fresh enough to grieve, but it had never healed properly.
Kimberly arrived faster than I thought she would. She smiled from ear to ear as I opened the door for her. My eyes bulged at the size of the box she was holding. It was from Liz's Bakery.
"How much stuff did you bring, exactly?"
"A lot. I told Liz what we're dealing with, and she said she knew exactly what to give us."
"Did Sam tell you something?"
"No, not at all, but just by the fact that he's sleeping at the hospital, and you couldn't reply fast enough that I should stop by, I think I'm on the right path, huh?"
I nodded.
We went to the kitchen island, and she opened the box.
"Wow. Everything looks delicious," I said.
"I agree."
"Well, let's see what we have here. What should we start with?"
"Can I make a suggestion?"
"Sure."
"Let's start with the bigger ones because the small ones are usually sweeter."
"We'll work up the ladder of sugar rush, so to speak," I said.
Kimberly snapped her fingers before pointing at me. "Exactly. You’re good at this."
