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“That’s right! Good morning,” I tell him proudly.
I feel a weight lifted off my shoulders, knowing that Ethan will be with people who understand and support him. It eases my worries, if only slightly. I’m still reluctant to leave him behind, vulnerable in this new environment. I am still worried about the seizures he had a few weeks ago. He has medicine in his bag and the school is aware, but it’s nerve-wracking to hand over someone so precious into a stranger’s care.
“See, you’re an expert already,” Tracy tells Ethan.
He looks back down at the tablet and then it announces, “Thank you!”
I know he’s going to be okay.
After exchanging a few more words with Miss Johnson and Tracy, I give Ethan a tight hug, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “You’re going to do great, buddy,” I whisper, my voice filled with both pride and a touch of sadness. “Remember, I’m just a phone call away if you need me. Daddy can come straight back if it’s too much.”
Ethan looks up at me, his eyes filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension. He nods and then looks toward Tracy. With a heavy sigh, I watch as he enters the classroom, Tracy by his side, the door closing behind them.
As I make my way back toward the parking lot, my mind consumed with worry, I’m suddenly startled by a familiar face. Matthew, Emma’s father, loiters near my car, his presence unexpected and unsettling. My eyebrows furrow in confusion, and I quicken my pace, my heart pounding in my chest. How did he know I was here? Did he follow me? It is the only explanation.
“What are you doing here, Matthew?” I ask, my voice laced with suspicion.
The sight of him at my son’s school leaves me on edge.
He turns to face me, a sly grin playing on his lips. “Just thought I’d check up on who is spending all their time with my daughter," he says, his voice dripping with false cheerfulness.
I feel a surge of anger and protectiveness rise within me, and I step closer, my voice low and controlled. “You have no right to be here, Matthew. This is none of your business. I don’t mind you seeing Emma. I will always support that but stay away from my son.”
His grin widens, his eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and malice. “Oh, I’ll stay away, Blake. But don’t think I won’t be keeping an eye on things. Emma deserves better than what you can offer her.”
I’ve never heard something so ridiculous in my entire life. How can such a deadbeat dad make those kinds of claims? He’s delusional.
“What are you talking about?” I scoff. “I’m a good partner to Lily, and I love the children. I work hard. I can support both Lily and Emma. I earn more in one day than you could in your entire lifetime.”
“Oh, I’m not talking about that,” he snaps at me. “I’m talking about your violent tendencies. See, I’ve been doing my own research and I don’t think Lily will want you around Emma if she finds out what you’re capable of.”
Horrified, I immediately know what he is talking about, and I know that he is right. A surge of adrenaline courses through my veins and I resist the urge to lash out at him. I take a deep breath, forcing myself to remain calm. I don’t want to make this any worse.
“Just stay away from my son, or I’ll call the cops,” I tell him, glaring at him as I get into my car and then slam the door.
Chapter 25
Lily
Istepintothefamiliar warmth of the jewelry shop, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. I’m greeted by the sparkling display of precious gems and intricate designs. With the holidays behind us and the children back at school, I finally have the chance to immerse myself in work and embrace the joy it brings. It’s not just about earning money; it’s about pursuing a passion and finding fulfillment in what I do. I feel like I’ve found that here. I’m a little worried about how I’ll juggle working once the pregnancy is further along but I’ll have to deal with that when the time comes. For now, I’ve kept the knowledge of my pregnancy only between family.
“Hey,” I say to my co-workers with a warm smile.
“Hi, Lily,” Tiffany says.
We exchange pleasantries for a few moments. We share stories of our weekend, the atmosphere buzzing with energy. I feel like the girls have warmed up to me since I’ve followed Blake’s advice. I’ve become more confident and allowed myself to take more pride in my own wants and needs, they’ve picked up on it too. I fit right in. I’ve become one of those flawlessly pretty girls that I always thought were better than me. Now I know that I just lacked confidence.
The soft glow of the showcase lights illuminates the room, casting a magical ambiance that never fails to captivate me. This place holds a special kind of allure, one that draws me in and allows me to lose myself in the beauty and sparkle of each piece. As I slip behind the counter, I run my fingers over the smooth surface, tracing the elegant curves of the display cases. This has become my sanctuary, a world where I can immerse myself in the artistry and craftsmanship of fine jewelry.
As I settle into my workstation, I take a moment to appreciate the intricate pieces laid out before me. Rings, necklaces, earrings—they all hold a unique story and significance, waiting to be discovered by someone who will cherish them. I stare longingly at the engagement rings and allow myself to fantasize about wearing one. Blake would probably pick something pretty and delicate, with a huge diamond or some kind of rare gemstone. Something worth more than I can comprehend. It’s a startling thought. In just a few months, I’ve gone from swearing off men to trusting one with all my heart. I brush the thoughts of marriage aside. I’m not sure if we are there yet. The baby is going to take up a lot of time and funds. It would be sensible to wait.
The day unfolds in a blur of activity. Customers come and go, each with their own preferences and visions. I assist them with care, listening intently to their wishes and offering guidance. It brings me immense satisfaction to know that I’ve played a part in creating moments of joy and celebration. Amidst the busy hum of the shop, I find solace in the rhythm of my tasks. My hands move with a now practiced grace, delicately arranging jewelry, polishing it to perfection, and arranging it back into its designated spot. The repetitive motions become meditative, allowing my mind to wander and reflect on the future that awaits us.
In between serving customers, I steal moments to research and educate myself further about gemstones and their symbolism. I want to be knowledgeable, to provide not just a product, but an experience steeped in meaning. This dedication to excellence is my way of demonstrating that I am capable and deserving of providing for our little one.
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I make my way into Olivia’s house, an energetic Emma at my heels. She’s had a great first day at school and has been chatting my ears off in the car, telling me all about her day. I’m so happy for her. She loves the routine that school brings, and she is eager to go again tomorrow. I wonder how Ethan has settled in.
