River by Jude Ouvrard

Author:Jude Ouvrard [Ouvrard, Jude]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-04-15T04:00:00+00:00

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With warm macaroni and cheese, and manicotti take out in my hands, I walk to her office building. I’m nervous as fuck; stomach’s in knots and my hands are clammy. That’s how much I care about her. I go to the mezzanine where the cafeteria is, and I search through the crowd.

There.

Stepping out of the elevator, her long brown, curly hair almost reaches her waist, her natural tanned skin as I remember. My eyes appreciatively comb over every part of her body, she hasn’t changed. Has she?

Involuntarily, I shiver at the sight of her, as I try to get my head together. I want her to see me so bad because I don’t have the will to move. I’m so damn weak. Maybe I should be channeling Dawson and his courage.

She navigates her way through the throngs of people. Walking toward me, I know she is only moment’s breath from seeing me. I count the seconds in my head. One, two, three, four… and then it happens. She stops walking altogether.

“River?” She says loud enough for me to hear.

“Khloe.”

She doesn’t look happy. Fuck. “What are you doing here? How did you find out where I work?”

She moves her large purse from her side to her front and steps back. “Thanks, but I can’t do this now, River.”

I’m frustrated and hurt. What the fuck’s it going to take? “Take the food, Khloe. I got it for you and I’ll go.” I walk up to her, handing her the bags of takeout.

As she reaches for them, her purse swings back to her side, and I see the secret she’s been keeping from me, with my own eyes.

Below her breast, in her loose-fitting dress, a small bump appeared. My eyes flick back to hers. “You’re pregnant.”

“Good to see you still have your eyesight,” she quips sarcastically. “I said I can’t do this while I’m at work. Please go.”

“You’re with someone?” The thought of her in a relationship with someone kills me. Khloe never said anything about a man. Not recently. Over two years ago, she told me about a man she was seeing, but why not saying anything now? She’s become a real goddamn mystery.

“River go.”

“Take-off the rest of the day, we need to talk.”

She shakes her head, in disagreement. “No, but you can pick me up at eight.”

“At 8 pm? You’re pregnant, Khloe, why work so late when you need to rest?”

“Where do you get off showing up all-of-a-sudden and thinking you have any say in how I run my life? My life isn’t a fairy tale and the sooner you get that through your head, the better off you’ll be… the better we’ll get along.” Her words show her strength, but her voice is weak.

Once again, I can see the difference between our lives. If my lady were pregnant, she’d be spoiled, and have the option of not working this late, hell… or at all. Not a chance. I would ever let my woman or wife work so late or at all when pregnant.

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