When There Is Nothing Left But Love

We both fell silent. Suddenly, a baby’s wail broke the silence.

“I’m sorry. My kid’s still young and doesn’t like being away from me, so I usually bring him to work.”

As Lydia spoke, she walked into the adjoining room. When she emerged again, she was holding a baby who was swaddled in a blanket. She coddled him for a while and he stopped crying. It was a rather warm sight to behold.

That’s Jackson’s kid. I

“How many months is he?” For some reason, my nose suddenly felt sharp as if I were about to cry. I walked over to her and looked at the baby, who wasn’t scared in the slightest. He looked quite a lot like Lydia and was very quiet.

“Just under six months.” Lydia’s face lit up with a smile as she talked about her child.

Kids were always particularly welcoming. I couldn’t help but reach out toward his little chubby cheeks when footsteps suddenly sounded up right outside the door. I turned around before touching the baby.

At the sight of Jackson standing in the doorway, I pulled my hand back awkwardly.

He looked at me for a couple of seconds before walking toward Lydia and taking the baby from her. His face finally softened slightly as he smiled at his

in relief, having basically readied myself to be ignored. After a few seconds, Jackson’s

told me you’re having

I was hearing things and looked up rapidly to meet

turned his attention back

was starting to feel a bit awkward when Ashton walked

hospital, I started thinking about Jackson’s cold attitude. It felt like a heavy rock was crushing my chest, making it a bit hard for me

something wrong. He drove off for a bit and stopped the car

Jackson say

my head. “He didn’t say

our differences quickly enough once we argued it out. No one ever held grudges. On the contrary, we

and talk things out