Never imagining she would end up engaged to the man of her dreams, Nava Ellison is deeper in love and happier than she's ever been before. Back home, Nava begins adapting to this new, glamorous life she will soon share with Abel all while trying to...
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Sitting in the middle of my bed, I blankly stare out the window while I listen to my phone vibrate with birthday notifications, I'm not really interested in looking at.
Although I've never cared much for my birthday, this year I feel incredibly apathetic considering all I've been through these last few months after my miscarriage.
It hurts to think about how far along I'd be right now. That at this point Abel and I should be finding out if we're having a Nami or Noah so we'd finally know how to decorate the nursery and what colors it should be only to then argue about it because Abel is so indecisive, but I wouldn't mind because I know he just wants everything to be perfect for when we brought our baby home.
Wesley and I should be planning our baby showers while she yells at me to let her handle it because she wants me to be surprised with whatever she came up with.
My life should be perfect right now.
My husband and I should be about to start the next chapter in our lives, but we're not.
Now, all I feel is unease and guilt. Now, seeing Wesley makes me jealous, and I hate it because I'd never wish my situation on anyone. Now Abel and I are arguing because he obviously feels that woman is more important than me, his wife.
A deep sigh, I glance up when a knock comes to the door.
"Come in," I call half-heartedly, and Dominic pops his head inside.
"Good morning, ma'am, and happy birthday." he starts off after he steps inside to close the door, and I roll my eyes, looking back out the window.
"If that's all, you can go," I dismiss him.
"Oh, um... Abel wanted me to let you know your mother has touched down and will be here in an hour," he tells me.
"Okay. Anything else, Dominic?" I rest my chin in my palm, not very interested if there is.
"No, ma'am,"
"Then you can go," I dismiss him again.
"Yes, ma'am," he inclines his head before letting himself out.
Alone again, I frown at my attitude. Sorry, I just talked to him like that. He's done nothing wrong. Still, I'll admit it hasn't been the best, but I can't help it. I'm so angry with Abel, and I feel silly about it.
