In Love, Never Say Never

In comparison, peace and harmony were what’s best.

That night, I stayed at Glenwood Apartments and had a pretty good night’s sleep. I didn’t even hear Summer crying from hunger in the middle of the night.

It was only the following day when Jackson asked me if Summer’s crying had bothered me that I found out.

I shook my head and yawned. “After breakfast,” I said as I looked at him, “remember to accompany me to the hospital.”

Jackson rolled his eyes. “Don’t even think about it. You broke it off for four months; how could you show up when you want to.”

Nick was done in the kitchen. He emerged, clad in a tailor-made suit, and looked very dashing. When Jackson and I came out, he said, “I’ll go into the office in a while. It’s a busy time as we took on some new projects. Here’s some breakfast for you and Summer.”

I nodded and noticed that he slid an egg very carefully onto Jackson’s plate. I felt curious. How did they end up together?

Nick caught me looking. “Doesn’t look appetizing?” he said.

I shook my head and changed the subject. “Did John leave a young lady at your company?”

Jackson pondered for a moment. “Are you referring to the one called Yvonne?”

“That’s her.” I nodded.

on right now

What?

I say such

her first day today. Do

that won’t be necessary,” I

and I had some breakfast, and I pestered him again to take me to the

hour later, we were

months since I delivered my child. Since

circumstances, that would be impossible. Of course, there is a small chance to, as many new mothers are

you go for specialized therapy, but you could let your husband give it a go. Usually, a combination of diet and sexual stimulation is enough

of her words to register on me. I blushed furiously and was about to retort but I stopped myself. Instead, I chose to disregard that part. “What do I have

Other people prefer massages, but we won’t recommend you doing that. It’s been four months for

me, she added, “This process would require positivity and decent sleep to work. Make sure

After thanking the gynecologist, we

holding Summer. He let out a cough and he turned to me. “This will take a toll on your body. Summer has been on milk powder for three months, and other than being slightly frail for her age, she doesn’t appear unhealthy. Should we just

I pursed my lips. “Summer is my child. If I am able to breastfeed her, why shouldn’t I? We owe it to her to

could harm you. Four months is a pretty long time. It would be difficult to

go,” I said, in an effort to end the conversation. I reached over and took Summer from his arms and got into