When the day met the night

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The next three days were awful, he worked constantly, was in meetings and on the phone. We barely spoke a word to one another. He would work late into the night, I was so physically and mentally exhausted that I wouldn't even hear him come to bed and he was always up and out of there before I had even woken up. The morning I was leaving I walked into the kitchen to find him standing at the counter drinking coffee and tapping away on his phone. He glanced up at me then looked back at his phone frowning. I made myself some tea and sat down. "I'm leaving today" I said quietly staring at my tea cup biting my cheek. "I know" he said, equally quiet. He didn't say anything else, sighing I got up and left to finish packing. Not long after I heard voices, I knew he had a meeting with his lawyers today, that must have been them arriving. He knew what time I was leaving, I hoped he'd be finished before I left, in my head I was giving him one last chance to apologize and make things right between us.

A little while later I got downstairs and looked around, the door to his office was closed and I could hear talking. Shannon came out of the kitchen. "Hey Harper, are you going already? What time is it?" he said glancing around to look at the clock. "Yes, the car is here" I said sadly. "He should have been finished by now, I'll go hurry him up" he said, he quickly strode off and came back a couple of minutes later. "Hang tight, he'll be done soon" he said apologetically. I waited another ten minutes, impatiently pacing. I looked at the clock, "I'm leaving, otherwise I'm going to miss my flight" I said shaking my head. "I'm sorry, he's just lost track of the time, I'll drive you myself just wait a couple more minutes" he said frustrated. "No, thank you, but I appreciate the offer, he knew what time I was leaving, his meeting is obviously more important, so, tell him goodbye" I said sadly. He helped me take my bags out and opened the car door for me. "I'm sorry Harper, he's .. well I'm sure he didn't want you to leave without speaking to you" he said apologetically, "it's okay, don't apologize" I replied, he reached out and hugged me gently. I held back tears as I got in the car. As it pulled away, I prayed he would come running out, but he never did.

Jared's POV -
I glanced up at the clock, fuck, I knew she'd be leaving any minute. This meeting had gone longer than expected, I left them talking and walked out to find her. Instead I found Shannon sitting on his laptop in the other office a grim look on his face. "Where is she?" I asked, he shook his head, "she left, a half an hour ago, she told me to tell you goodbye" he said. "What? But, I told you to tell her to wait" I said angrily, "yeah you said, ten minutes tops, she waited, if she left any later she was going to miss her flight, you let her leave without saying a fucking goodbye, you let her go, she said, his meeting is more important! how could you do that to her?" he said shaking his head again. I ran my hands through my hair and a growl of frustration erupted from my throat, "fuck! what time is it?" I said quickly, fully intending on going to the airport. "Don't bother, you'll never catch her, face it, you fucked up" he said looking at me angrily then back to his laptop, practically slamming the keys. How could I do it? God I was a bastard! I grabbed the closest thing to hand, a piece of art, some sculpted piece of crap and threw it hard across the room, it crashed into the wall and broke into pieces, just like my fucking heart. Shannon looked at me with a frown, "you better find a way to make things right between you otherwise you're going to lose her and the baby" he said. "You don't think I know that?! I get it I fucked up!" I yelled "what if she wont forgive me?" I said quietly, suddenly the reality of that happening hit me, the thought of never seeing her, never being with her again scared the shit out of me. The last few days had been torture, I hadn't slept, I just lay there watching her. She slept fitfully, tossing and turning, I knew she was uncomfortable with the baby getting bigger, she was exhausted, this made me feel even worse. It was my fault I'd got her into this, fuck!! "She'll forgive you, she was heartbroken but she'll forgive you, eventually" he said, shaking me out of my thoughts. I nodded, I wasn't going to lose her, I was damn sure of that.

I was home, I breathed a sigh of relief, I had cried on and off the entire flight and I was exhausted, I showered put on pj's and climbed straight into bed. I looked at my phone, no texts, no calls, the tears fell again until I finally drifted off to sleep. I woke up a few hours later, a sharp pain shooting through my belly. Sitting up I waited to see if it would pass, it seemed to subside, I breathed a sigh of relief, no sooner though another one came. I put my hands on my belly panicking. It kept happening for the next half an hour, I couldn't sit there anymore, I called Lucy. Forty five minutes later I was at the hospital being monitored, my obstetrician had explained that I might be going into labor but at 35 weeks they were doing all they could to stop it. Lucy was holding my hand, while silent tears ran down my cheeks. "Bloody hell Harper would you just call him?" she said again, I shook my head, "no, please stop talking about him" I snapped, she shut her mouth but had a disapproving look on her face. The contractions had settled down but they wanted to keep me in to make sure it was all okay. It was the early hours of the morning, I had finally fallen asleep when my phone rang, I picked it up my eyes barely open and answered it without even looking at the screen. "Hello" I said groggily, "Harper it's me, don't hang up" my heart skipped a beat, it was Jared. "Why are you calling?" I said, I sadly remembered leaving without a goodbye from him. "Why didn't you call me? Lucy phoned and told me what was going on", "call you, what for? You didn't even have the courtesy to say goodbye to me, why should I call you?" I heard him exhale, "the fact is, something was wrong with our baby, so you should have had the decency to call and tell me" he said, his voice low but the tone furious. I suddenly got angry, "you gave up the right to any decency when you let me walk out that door without a single fucking word, so save it, I don't owe you anything! I don't need you or your concern!!" I screamed. The line went dead he had hung up, I threw my phone across the room, a minute later one of the nurses came rushing in. "Are you okay I heard a clutter?" "Yes yes I'm fine I dropped my phone" I said wiping away tears. She walked over picked it up and handed it to me, "is there anything I can do?" she asked, "no thank you I'm fine" she took it as a cue to leave. I couldn't go back to sleep I just cried and cried, my heart breaking into a thousand pieces.