Be My Forever [COMPLETE]

Chapter 112

It had been months of putting up with terrible work hours and barely seeing my family, as well as awful coworkers. Every single day, I regretted not taking a job at New York Times. Ezra was obviously happier, despite not being paid as much.

"Ms. Hernandez, could I talk to you for a second?" I asked one day. Ms Anna Hernandez was my boss. She was twenty-two years older than me and extremely controlling. She had been working at Vogue for twenty years, rightfully earning her spot as the one in charge. I wanted to come see her today to finally tell her that I wanted to quit.

"Me first. I understand that you've been working here for almost a year, correct?"

"Yes, it is. What I wanted to say was-"

"I'm not finished. I also understand that you have two daughters, right?"

"Yes. My oldest just turned five. My youngest is four."

"We're doing an article on how to stay fashionable and up-to-date on trends even during motherhood, and I would like you to write it."

I gasped. "Are you serious? Oh my gosh, thank you so much!" I exclaimed.

"Of course! Your time here has shown your dedication to Vogue. I would want nothing more. Now, what was it you wanted to tell me?"

"It doesn't matter now. Thank you, Ms. Hernandez, you won't regret this."

-:-

"You know, I like it when it's just the two of us," Toby said as we were lying on the couch together. It was almost midnight, and the girls were both asleep. "I mean, I love Valerie and Claire, but I barely get to see you."

"I like this, too. And I love you." I said, holding onto his hand. I kissed him, then proceeding to enjoy the peace and quiet, as well as being wrapped in my husband's arms. The last few days have been tiring. Valerie woke up almost every other night crying and screaming. Every single time, she could barely talk, and when she would, it was in either quiet mutters or screams.

"Valerie has sleep paralysis," Toby mentioned. He never told me what happened when Valerie went to the therapist.

"And you never told me?" I said, getting up.

"I didn't want to worry you! You're always so preoccupied with your job that I didn't want to add more stress."

"So now my job is the problem?"

"Spencer, I didn't say that. You always make everything about yourself!" He blurted out. As much as I hated to admit it to myself, he was right. I was looking for any excuse to vent to him about my job.

"But you've always thought it, haven't you? My job is a huge inconvenience."

"So what if I do think that?"

Before I know it, I began crying on his shoulder.

"I hate it, Toby. I hate it. I hate my job."

"Then quit. I hate seeing you like this." He said.

"I can't. My boss offered me a job writing an article."

"You shouldn't be in a job you hate, Spence. If it's that bad, you need to quit."

"It's not that easy, Tobes. This is such a great opportunity. If I quit, then I lose it."

Toby had a disappointed look on his face. It was almost like he pitied me. He kissed my forehead, then proceeded. "I think we should get some sleep."