Scars

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Monday morning. Great (!)

I've never been and never will be a huge fan on these cruel things called Monday mornings but then again, I don't think anyone will be. Monday in general is my least favourite day. Not just for the reason that it is 5 days away from Saturday, the day I get to drink myself into oblivion, but because it means that I will get lumbered with all of the paper work that has come in from over the weekend. Various divorces, wills, disputes between employers and employees and the list goes on and on and on.

Don't get me wrong, I love being a solicitor because it has always been a dream of mine but it is very time consuming and very stressful. From meeting clients, finding out what they need help with and establishing exactly the help they need to acting on behalf of clients in negotiations and occasionally representing them at tribunals or in court. It's a busy life that's for sure. I think my job may be the reason as to why I don't really have a social life, of course I have friends but they are either too busy having fun and spending quality time with their loved ones or are out having babies....none of which I am doing.

Having children...another dream I've always had. Sam has never been too keen on the idea of having children and to be honest, I think if I ever did get pregnant with his child, I'm not sure I could see myself keeping the child knowing that the father could hurt him/her and probably wouldn't hesitate to.

Waking up at 6am...never been a particular favourite of mine either. Getting dressed into my everyday office attire which consists of a white blouse, a light grey full suit and a pair of black court shoes. That's probably what 50% of my wardrobe is filled with and the other 50% isn't that interesting either. Mainly just sweatpants and oversized jumpers.

Sam at 6am is still asleep, but only by a few hours. Knowing him all too well, he probably stayed up until 2 or 3 am smoking weed, drinking alcohol and making more music. Typical white boy rapper. (A/N sorry not sorry)

Knowing I'll be able to grab a bagel on the way to the office, I lock up the apartment to make sure that Sam doesn't sleep walk and leave the front door open resulting in me receiving a phone call from our dear old neighbour Deidre saying that she has shut the door, locked it and left the key under our front door mat. Sometimes I feel as if Deidre should babysit Sam. This has happened on at least 4 occasions.

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A/N - this is just a filler chapter because I know I haven't updated in ages so in the next chapter I will continue with Alexa going to work and then her coming home to Sam...yet again, just another filler.

~Chels

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