Torn between risking it all and losing the man she loves, Ava must make a choice, but in the process of making this choice, Ava must accept the consequences of her actions and the damage that it leaves.
Series Order: Baby Steps, Colossal Jump, Movin...
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Blake's car bumpily pulls into my parent's driveway with a slight bang. He slides the car into park and then turns towards me with a grim look. I grab ahold of his hand and gently squeeze it in mine. His warm fingers wrap around my cold shaking hand.
"Blakie, are you sure?" I pout.
"I'm sorry, but I promised the boy's I'd go out with them," he replies.
Blake gently lifts my hand to his parted lips and presses a soft kiss against my tender skin. My heart swoons at his lovingly delicate touch.
"Okay, if you're sure," I say.
"Have fun, baby." Blake tries to smile, but it doesn't reach his green eyes.
"I'll . . . try." I huff.
Hesitantly, I push open the car door and step out. The door slams shut as I send him a longing glance from my stance outside the car. Maybe he thought this was the best for me, a gentle shove in the right direction, but I really just feel alone.
Blake watches me walk towards the front door before reversing out of the driveway and speeding off. I knock against the rough wooden door and wait. A few seconds later, my mother yanks the door open.
"Hi, my babies." She smiles happily.
"Hey Mum." I grin.
"Come inside. Angela and I have everything covered, so just rest." Mum grabs my arm and pulls me through the door, then leads me into the already decorated living room. There's a huge banner with 'Ava's Baby Shower' hanging across the wall written in yellow.
"You know, I can help," I say.
"But hon, you need to rest." She plops me on the couch and then wanders back to the kitchen. I can hear Angela's loud voice booming from the room.
"I'm going to be too rested at this point," I grumble.
The floor is lightly littered with mixes of pink, white, and blue balloons. I pick one up and throw it into the air and then swat it away. I'm amused the five seconds it takes to falls onto the ground and bumps into another balloon.
"My party is such a rager." I try to laugh away the disappointment, but it still resides within me. I can't shake the feeling my party is going to be a flop.
Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rings. I attempt to leap off the couch but it ends up as a slow-motion movie of me struggling to get up. Somehow, I manage to waddle into the entry before Angela and my mother realise someone's here.
I open the door and find Tori with a small pink bag in hand.
"Hey, welcome." I happily smile.
"Congratulations!" I give Tori an awkward side hug and then she hands me the present.
"Wasn't sure what to get, but I hope you like it!" explains Tori.
"I'm sure I will, thank you for the present and for coming," I say. "I know it might be awkward but I'm really happy you're here." Otherwise, I might just be a part of three, four if you count the baby and honoured guest.
