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I’m standing in a spare bedroom debating about making a nursery. It just doesn’t feel like it’s meant to be here though. I don’t know what to do, Atlas. Will you come over? Just hold me?

I highlighted the entire message and deleted it before typing a second one.

I replied with…

It sucks.

Atlas replied.

If you need anything…

I didn’t respond.

I went back to bed and cried myself to sleep.

The next morning I woke up to find Hannah gone.

She left a note saying there had been a thing at work and she had to get to her laptop.

She had made coffee and left out a box of cereal for me.

Her version of cooking breakfast.

I missed my shirtless, hunky hockey hottie standing in the kitchen…

I called the hospital to check on my daughter.

Everything was the same. Which was good.

I drank some coffee, skipped the cereal, made a bagel, and got changed to go to the hospital.

Just as I opened the door, there was a slight knock.

I screamed when I saw Atlas in the doorway.

His size would never not be shocking to me.

“Morning,” he said. “Thought I would check up on you. See if you wanted a ride to the hospital. Was going to see if you wanted breakfast.”

“I ate,” I said. “And I was just leaving to go there.”

“You don’t want a ride?”

“No, thanks,” I said.

I pulled the door shut and started to walk.

Atlas stepped back and got in front of me.

“This whole thing is fucked up, Hazel,” he said.

“I’m not doing this right now, Atlas.”

“But I am. I wanted to pick out a place for us to call home. No strings attached either. Just a place for the three of us to live. To figure out what our family felt like.”

“Yeah? Here? Or in Boston? Or were you planning on leaving me as a single mom five out of seven days? You were just going to pay the bills and leave me home alone?”

“Hazel…”

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