Stuck in you

"I have something for you," Jack said with a smile. He took out a business card and handed it to her. "I'm sure you'll like it."

When Rachel saw the name printed on the card, she exclaimed, "Oh my God! Why do you have her card?"

"She has a model exhibition tomorrow afternoon. I'll take you there," Jack announced. He smiled broadly at her, but Rachel's attention was focused on the card in her hand. She failed to notice the unusual brightness in his eyes. It had an excitement that seemed to anticipate the fulfillment of a plot.

"Okay," Rachel replied and nodded as if hypnotized.

For years, she had developed a hobby of piecing together models. It was a good hobby for doctors to have because it provided a platform to practice their accuracy, patience and the agility of their fingers.

Each doctor would have had an encounter with models more than once throughout their career. And some doctors had taken up model making as a hobby.

And Rachel was a good example of this.

There was a special bookcase in her study room that had a small area for thick medical books while the rest of the space was taken up by models that she had pieced together.

However, as work became busier, her hobby had to take a back seat to her profession. But each time there was a model exhibition, she never failed to attend.

And Jack knew about this very well. The card that he gave her was from a person that always had exhibitions for a limited number of people only. Rachel wanted to buy a ticket, but they were sold out before she could get one.

Jack stood in front of the door to her apartment for a moment longer and stared lovingly at Rachel. He pointed at the empty elevator that opened at her floor and seemed to wait for him. "Call me after work tomorrow. I need to head back home," he said in a gentle voice.

"Have you had dinner yet? Do you want to stay and have some with me?" Rachel asked in a timid voice.

It was the first time that she offered to have dinner with him. Jack's lips curled upward and formed a naughty smile. He gently shook his head at her offer. "Next time. There's something that I need to deal with tonight," he explained.

"Okay. Be careful on your way," Rachel reminded him. After Jack had left, there was a feeling of emptiness in Rachel's heart. It was like a void that couldn't be filled. It seemed like she was no longer used to not being with him.

Jack sat inside his car and paused. He looked up through the sun roof and saw the light coming from a particular window in the building that he knew very well. He then started the car and drove out of the community.

A short time later "Mom! I'm back!"

Jack called out excitedly as he entered the living room. Tracy turned to him and stared at him. "Why are you so noisy? How old are you? Have you forgotten how to speak softly?"

"Didn't you say last time that you never had a son like me? So, I want

reconsider his stance on Celine, but he had interrupted her impatiently before she could even finish her words. He

his nose and scolded him. "I am your mother. I've taken good care of you since you were a

talk to me

"Mom, Celine is not as great

reasons do you have? Tell me all of them at once!" She had made it

complicated to explain it all in just a few words," Jack had replied to her. "Mom, I can handle it by myself. Don't worry about me too much.

my persistence, Jack. How old are you now? My friends' sons are all younger than you, but look

today and acted like a child in

pulled out several photos from a drawer of the TV

do you mean,

Tracy's intentions were

Jack and his mom were talking about. "Your mother has

backgrounds. Now, we don't really have any particular requirements. You just need to

surprise. "What's wrong with you? You don't want Celine, who has been with you for so

plan about my marriage," Jack said seriously. "I won't marry anyone else except

together, then you wouldn't have divorced," Tracy replied with a frown as she shook her

will look at any other girl. So, please don't this for me again," Jack said

dare you!" Tracy exclaimed. She pointed at Jack's nose, but she was too angry to say anything. At length, she decided to vent her anger at her husband, Jonathan, who sat leisurely on the couch while reading the newspaper as if nothing was

our business, really. Let him make his own decisions," Jonathan said lightly with a

into Jack's eyes. "I'll give you two months. If you can't win her back, then you should listen to your mother and go on a

that alright with you, Tracy?" He shook his head helplessly

menopause is really not someone

before the end of shift. "Rachel, you seem to be in

she commented.

"Yes, there is someplace I need

white gown. "I

Celia noticed the dress that she was wearing underneath. The waistline and the middle of the dress accentuated her beautiful

so beautiful! Are you going on

on an exhibition with him later. I can't wear something too casual. By the way, did you sleep well on