When There Is Nothing Left But Love

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.

“I don’t know what’s going on right now with them. John told me that it was

What?

did I say

day today. Do you want me

won’t be necessary,” I

left shortly afterward. Jackson and I had some breakfast, and I

later, we were at the gynecologist’s

sat opposite the doctor’s office. I asked sheepishly, “Doctor, it was four months since I delivered my child. Since she died, I couldn’t produce any more milk. Is it still possible to breastfeed

of fifty or so. She cast a glance to Jackson at my side and the child in his arms, and said, “Under normal circumstances, that would be impossible. Of course,

continued. “We don’t recommend that you go for specialized therapy, but you could let your husband give it

I blushed furiously and was about to retort but I stopped myself.

as well. I don’t have any for sale, but I could write you a prescription for the ingredients. Other people prefer massages, but we won’t recommend you doing that. It’s been four months for you; if the masseuse is overly heavy-handed, they could damage your mammary glands. Your husband could give you a hand with that. And let your child keep trying. The pressure

After handing it to me, she added, “This process would require positivity and

nodded, still flushed in the face. After thanking the gynecologist,

on your body. Summer has been on

why shouldn’t I? We owe it to her to try. You wouldn’t want her

it could harm you. Four months is a pretty long

to end the conversation. I reached over