That night, I cried myself to sleep. I awoke the next morning, and got ready for work. It was a Saturday morning, and I worked until 3. When I arrived at work, Adam sat all alone at a booth. I took a notepad, and walked up to him. He turned to me, and I noticed the tears running down his face.
"Adam?" I whispered.
"Gracie." Adam said. He motioned for me to sit down. I sat, and stared at him. His face showed signs of hurt, and another tear slid down his face. "I found out that Jackson, my son, has cancer. Apparently Olivia has been hiding this from me. Until today. He gets his first Chemo treatment-" Adam's voice cracked and his shoulders shook. I reached across the table and placed my hand on his wrist. Adam looked down and took my hand, holding it.
"It'll be okay," I whispered. Adam shook his head.
"No. Olivia, she...she's pregnant again."
"Oh. Congrats." I say. My heart feels heavy. The only thing that keeps me from walking away is the fact that Adam is holding my hand.
"It's not my baby. When I was away she hooked up with some dude...and now she's pregnant with his daughter. I don't know what to do. I want my kid so bad, but what if he dies. And what about Olivia. That baby girl isn't mine-"
"Adam," I whispered.
Adam looked up at me, his wild eyes staring into mine. The air grew heavy,
And he whispered,
"Thank you." I leaned across the table, and our lips smashed together. I felt people watching, but I didn't care. Adam's hands held my neck, and he kissed me back. Finally, he pulled away, and I stood up, embarrassed. I ran back to the register, and gathered the stuff for to take someone else's order.
