She's With Me

7

I use the rest of the afternoon to set up my office. Quincy goes with me to Home Depot to get some stuff, and we fix everything up without anyone's help. My office finally looks decent, and I sit back on my new desk chair in relief.

Hey, can I call? I miss you.

My heart flutters. I really miss her too—every second of everyday.

Yes, please.

My ringtone then interrupts the silence in the room. I smile widely and answer the call.

"So you miss me, huh?" I place my feet onto my desk and stretch them out.

"I really do, Scarlet. How's the restaurant going?" The weekend is approaching, and I'm going to hop on my jet to spend Sunday with her.

"It's great. We're halfway through renovations."

"When are you coming to see me?" I grin. She's so cute.

"It's a surprise, my love."

"You know I hate surprises. Just tell me when."

"Nah uh," she groans and mutters under her breath.

"I have a doctor's appointment next week. It's for the last treatment," I bite down on my bottom lip. I have to be there with her.

"I'll be there. Which day is it?"

"Tuesday," I guess I'll have to cancel my plans to see her on Sunday. Dammit.

"Don't worry, I wouldn't miss it for the world," she's silent and I know that she's deep in thought. She really wants this kid, and I'm afraid that it might be one more thing that I can't give to her. I hate that there are things in this world that I can't control, "you know I love you, right?" I listen to her breathing for a bit. She doesn't respond, and I know her well enough to be patient with her. I know that she loves me too. She doesn't have to say it every time I do. I can feel it.

"I'm getting another call. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Okay. Don't worry too much. If you need anything, you know how to find me."

"Yeah, okay," she hangs up, and I lean forward, removing my phone from my ear. I look at my phone's screen and wonder what went into my head to switch phone brands. I'm complicating my life in unnecessary ways, aren't I?

"Ma'am, ready to start the interviews?" Quincy has a clipboard in his hand, and taps his fingers against it nervously.

"Send them in alphabetical order, please," I need some extra hands on board, which includes servers, sous chefs and cleaners. Plus, I need to create a position for a host. The previous owners didn't think one is necessary, but I do.

Tomorrow, a few musicians are going to compete for the stage that I'm setting up. I'm thinking a pianist might be perfect for a comfortable dining experience, but maybe a guitarist could work too. I'm going to decide when they show me what they're made of.