Vision of Love
together. My parents gush over Emma and how big she is. Emma, my little diva Princess, loves all the attention she’s getting, as if she doesn’t get enough. The smile on her face is a smile I never want to take away. My guilt of taking her away from California subsides. The rumble of laughter fills the room and my heart. The time with my parents is needed for both of us. Sitting on the deck with my dad and watching Emma run around the yard freely with my mom is everything I need to stay happy. Being a parent doesn’t mean putting your life on hold, it means ensuring your child’s happiness and that’s what I’m doing. I’m choosing not to date and have women in my life. It’s not fair to Emma to see different women come and go. What example would I be setting?
    Emma and I make our way back to our temporary home. We pass by our new house and Emma squeals with excitement. Everything looks great from what I can see. They’re telling us we’ll be able to move in a few short weeks. The drive is quiet and with Emma falling asleep, it’s just me and the road. I look in the rearview mirror, glad that she’s happy
    When we make it back I put Emma to bed and head into the empty living room. Things are quiet. I wonder where Karly and Neil are. I pull out my laptop, check my emails and see one from Jamie.
    Hello from Italy!
    I hope that you and Emma are doing well. Things are good over on my end. I miss you guys.
    Nicky, I meant what I said. Be happy and live your life k? I’ll try and Skype later this week. Just wanted to check in.
    Love you both!
    Jamie <3
    Thoughts of Jamie flood my mind.
    I married the love of my life right after college, and then had Emma. The love of my life walked out on us. Depression and self-loathing; almost losing Emma due to my addiction of drinking. Cleaned up and tried to get Jamie back. Got to California, she yelled and told me to leave. She wouldn’t look at Emma; our daughter. After a few days I tried again and we attempted being a family, but we weren’t meant for each other.

Chapter 3
Karly

    Saying bye to my best friend is the hardest thing I’ve had to do. He puts down his carry on and messenger bag and looks at me. It sucks. It really does. Watching him get everything together this morning broke my heart. Maybe I’ll always love Neil, but I can’t hold him back. How can I let go of the glue that held me together for so long? It’s because of Neil I can breathe again. His love and support is the main reason why I’m here. My heart breaks in a million pieces. It’s like a vice is squeezing my heart and I’m about to burst.
    “Come here,” he wraps his arms around me and brings me into his body. The warmth radiates onto me and I breathe him in again. “I’m gonna miss you too.”
    I break down sobbing. “I don’t want you to go.” I know I’m being selfish and if I asked him to stay he would. This is his dream and I need to support him. “Please be safe, okay?” I hold him tighter. I’m not ready to let go. Not yet.
    “I promise baby girl. We’ll talk all the time. It’ll be like I never left.” I nod my head and we stay like this for a few more minutes. Before I know it he has to leave. “Listen,” he starts to say, holding my hand. “I’m really gonna miss you. This is hard on me too and if you need me to come back for anything please let me know, okay?” I nod again not being able to talk. “I love you.” He brings me in for another hug.
    “I love you too,” I finally manage to say. He kisses me on my forehead and walks away giving me one last smile and wink. Watching him walk through security and through the doors is hard. No one prepares you for saying bye to the person who means the most to you.
    I get home after an emotionally draining trip. I turn my key in the door and walk in. Nicholas is sitting on the couch with his back to me. Wow he’s so hot . Instantly my mood from emotionally drained turns to physically frustrated. Ugh . Why’s my body
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