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So consuming.
So real.
I felt it down to my bones, down to the core of my being. Causing shivers to stir on every inch of my skin, making the ends of my hair stand straight up.
What the hell was that?
“Please excuse the mess,” Skyler remarked, bringing my attention to her. “It wasn’t always like this.”
What did she mean by that?
“Between the boys and the baby girl, things have been hectic to say the least. I’m pregnant, and there’s only so much I can help with. That’s why I’m interviewing candidates for a full-time nanny position and part-time housekeeper. The kids need it as much as this house does.”
“I can see that.”
“Aiden works a lot and Bailey… she’s not here so…” She shook her head. “The family needs help.”
“When is she coming back?”
She cleared her throat. “It’s not my place to say anything about anything,” she anxiously let out. “Just know you’re needed here, desperately. But in the meantime, you’ll deal directly with me. At least for now.”
“Does that mean I—” A shiny frame caught my attention from the corner of my eye, and I was suddenly stepping over a pile of Legos and cars to get to the main living room.
The family photos on the far wall immediately captured my stare, and my feet moved on their own accord. It was like this gravitational pull was dragging me toward the happy memories proudly displayed for all to see.
Glowing.
Radiating.
Exuding a happy, carefree family.
The man who I assumed was Dr. Pierce was probably somewhere in his mid-forties. His tan skin, long slender nose, and square jawline were as prominent as his crystal blue eyes. He had a graying five o’clock shadow and short brown, wavy hair that was also graying at his temples.
In the photos he was smiling in, it was his dimples that my eyes seemed to focus on the most. They made him appear younger, contrary to the tiny wrinkles in the corners of his eyes that gave away his age.
When my stare settled on the three cross tattoos on his neck, I recognized them instantly. Being raised in a religious family made me acknowledge the significance behind his black ink.
Representing the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.
He was the first doctor I’d ever seen with tattoos visibly on display as if he wore them with honor. Someone doesn’t just get a religious tattoo for shits and giggles, it meant something to him. Something deeper on a personal level.
Something that once again had me feeling some kind of way about a man I’d never met. Yet felt connected to in some way.
What the hell, Camila? He’s your boss. Your married boss.
As if on cue, my gaze shifted toward his wife who was absolutely breathtaking. Her blue eyes sparkled against the lighting of the bright room. Only illuminating her contagious smile and petite features as her brown hair flowed through the wind in the photo.
She was a beauty.
A flawless beauty.
But it wasn’t until I saw their wedding photo, that I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
They were no doubt a stunning couple, and from the looks of it, very much in love. The devotion to their family emitted off every photo, causing me to smile as much as they were in the pictures. They looked like the perfect family, something you would see in catalogs and magazines. Without a care in the world.
“They were married young,” Skyler shared, standing behind me. Noticing what photo my eyes were fixated on the most.
“I’m sorry.” I spun, looking at her, blushing. “I didn’t mean to stare.”
