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Besides, I’d rather not make a big deal of the pregnancy.
The couch beckons me, and I lay my head against the cushion. Exhaustion threatens to take over as I feel myself relaxing. I’m so tired lately. I would love nothing more than a quick thirty-minute nap. But there’s always something to do.
Which reminds me, I need to text the chef Ethan hired. She usually comes each evening to prepare my dinner, but I won’t need her tonight since I have dinner plans.
I won’t admit it to Ethan, but I’ve loved being spoiled with a personal chef these last several weeks. I’m really going to miss having this once the baby is born and I go back to cooking for myself.
I pick up my phone to text the chef and notice a missed text from Trent.
Trent
Hope you are feeling better. You sounded tired when I spoke to you last night. I’m looking forward to our dinner tonight.
I quickly type out a response.
Feeling much better, but always tired these days. Looking forward to dinner, too.
Great. Pick you up at 6:30pm. We’ll keep it an early night.
I smile down at my phone. He has been so understanding and accommodating during this entire pregnancy. The old Trent never had this kind of patience. It goes to show that he’s a different man from the boy I once knew, the boy who broke my heart.
Sure, I still feel a little uneasy at the memories of what he did. When he cheated on me and left me the day before our wedding, it was one of the hardest and worst days of my life. Not only did I lose him, but I lostmy parents, too. They wanted nothing to do with me after that. They blamed me for the broken engagement. And for a long time, I thought they were right. Why couldn’t I just be the daughter my parents wanted me to be?
I’m not sure I ever really forgave Trent for his part in our broken engagement. It’s time to get over it. People can change, and it seems like Trent has changed for the better.
I look at my phone, and it’s almost five o’clock. I have plenty of time before I need to get ready for tonight. My eyelids feel so heavy, and a quick nap is calling my name.
Maybe I can rest here on the couch for just a couple of minutes, and then I’ll get up and tidy the apartment before getting dressed for dinner. I stretch my legs out, wrap myself in a blanket, and close my eyes.
I don’t intend to fall asleep.
But I do.
I sleep so soundly that the insistent sounds of someone knocking on my door barely register in my overtired brain. I peel my eyes open into confused slits and peek at the clock on the wall.
Oh my God. It’s 6:33. Trent is going to be here any minute.
No, I’m too late. That banging on the door is Trent.
Damn it!
I push myself to a standing position as quickly as I can, which is no small feat from my lounging position on the low, squishy couch. Meanwhile, the banging has gotten louder and more insistent, and now Trent is calling my name from the other side of the door.
“Coming! Hang on!” I hurriedly unlock the door, swing it open, and see Trent, face red, looking very upset.
“Where were you?” he demands through clenched teeth. “I’ve been knocking for quite a while.”
“I’m so sorry!” The words rush from my mouth. “I must’ve fallen asleep on the couch.”
He looks me up and down, head to toe. “You aren’t ready to go out. Go change your clothes,” he orders brusquely. “Quickly, you’re going to make us late.”
I’m trying to clear the sleep from my eyes as I register his tone. For a moment, I could swear that Trent looked angry and sounded furious. But, whatever I thought I saw, he quickly covered it with a brief smile.
I rush off to my room to change out of my leggings and oversized t-shirt. I haven’t even thought about what to wear, and I don’t want to make Trent wait too long. Not that I have many options. I only have a handful of outfits that even fit me now.
I didn’t have the energy to iron anything today. Hopefully, he doesn’t notice how wrinkled my dress is. And after sleeping on my hair, it’s not looking great either. I try to put it up in a bun quickly, but the flyaways don’t want to be tamed today. And, of course, I ran out of hairspray—just my luck. After putting on some quick blush, mascara, and lipstick, I deem myself presentable enough to go out. I slip on my flats and open my door.
Trent is walking restlessly around, picking up photos from my bookshelf. When he turns around, he seems agitated. He looks me up and down again, seemingly okay with my change of outfit, until he gets to my feet.
