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.”

his mother didn’t know it was Aidan. Robert didn’t tell

a whole day without eating.

still busying

Robert looked over them quietly for a while, then went back to

still busy over the computer after he

walked over, trying to persuade

sleep. If there’s anything

though, shook

tomorrow 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 go and sleep, don’t

with you

coffee

Your expression looks complicated after

the painting she’d been working on all 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

thinking about Maisie and

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

those memories are gone, the 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

Robert sighed sadly.

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

deal with this, then rest. I’m

finishing the discussion, Robert laid down, closed

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

so had passed, and it was

so she shut off the lights,

always been with Robert. They respected each other, just like how tonight, she’d needed to stay up late, and Robert wasn’t going to force her to stop while talking about taking care of her

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

morning the next day, before Rick

drove straight to her mother’s

up yet, so she wasn’t going to force them to come

Travis had visited yesterday, then she’d rested,