Pregnant With Twins: My CEO’s Tricky Love

“How long have you been here? Why didn’t you call for me?”

“You were so focused on drawing that I didn’t want to interrupt your inspiration. Let’s go out and sit for a while, Mom. There’s something I want to tell you.”

Maisie nodded, followed Robert to the sofa, and sat. Robert talked about their schedule.

“I’m free tomorrow afternoon, Mom. Let’s go over to Wendy’s grave and visit her. She might be missing us already.”

“Tomorrow afternoon? That’s all right. I don’t have anything to do, other than draw and paint every day.”

“Have you been painting this silhouette all along?”

Robert asked curiously.

“How long have you been painting this piece?”

“Almost a month now. But I keep feeling like it’s incomplete, that a lot’s missing. So I draw a little bit of what I remember every day.”

Robert examined his mother’s expression as she replied. She didn’t seem too emotional. He probed on.

“Why would you draw something like this? Is there any meaning to it?”

He was a bit worried her memories would resurge. He didn’t want her to regain those painful memories. It was better to live like this, quietly and at piece.

“I keep dreaming about this figure that I want to record it. But after waking up from my dreams, I keep forgetting all the details. I feel like it’s an especially important figure, so I wanted to paint it, so one day, I won’t have to dream about it any longer.”

Maisie’s tone was mild, and she carried no obvious pain or sorrow.

Robert tried another angle.

“Then do you know who this silhouette is?”

“I don’t know who it is. I’m not too interested in knowing what the figure’s face is like, either. I just wanted to capture the feeling that the silhouette gave me. That seems to be what I’m most concerned over, but when I’m drawing it, I can’t recall the emotions or put them in the work.”

like his mother didn’t know it was

a whole day without eating. Robert had her eat dinner before

busying herself

a while. Robert looked over them quietly for a

after he washed and put

walked over, trying to persuade

If there’s anything important, you can work

shook

and we have a lot to talk about. So much that I don’t know where to start thinking about it. So I need to organize this data. I’m afraid I’ll miss something. I’ve got business in the morning and I don’t feel like there’s time. You

you

sip of coffee and

expression looks complicated after seeing

along. If I’m right about it, she’s painting a silhouette that’s my father’s back. My mother says she keeps dreaming about such a figure, so she wanted to draw it and draw the feeling of seeing that figure. I’m not a woman, and I’d like to ask you what you think my mother’s feeling right now. Has she really forgotten my father? She never seemed pained when she spoke to me about this. I don’t understand why she’s so hung up about the

started thinking about Maisie and

you say is your fathers – in a scene that’s clearly, very possibly, the moment your

wound that the scene left on her still lingers in her heart. She wants to draw it but can’t, because she doesn’t remember her feelings back then. Maybe she wants to clear up her emotions. That might mean that deep inside, she

Robert sighed sadly.

had gone too far back then. He was with Mom for over ten years but left just like that, without a care in the world. That left a huge mark on my mother’s psyche that she still hasn’t broken free of. Thankfully, everything’s normal

this, then rest. I’m going to sleep ahead of you. Don’t tire yourself

laid down, closed

front of the computer, managing her documents and all sorts of experimental

or so had passed,

she shut off the lights, laid down, and

needed to stay up late, and Robert wasn’t going to force her to stop while talking about taking

a comfortable feeling. They were both adults, and they didn’t need to bug each other over details,

day, before Rick

straight to her mother’s

kids hadn’t woken up yet, so she wasn’t going to force them

she’d rested, so she hadn’t