Chapter 1

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I pace around the living room, staring down at my phone with one simple little message on it 'I'm back in town for about a week. Want to catch up?' I glared at the screen willing the message away. What do I say? And do I even want to see him? It's been a year, a long year. I'm staring at my phone so intensely that I almost don't hear my best friend come in the room, instantly handing me my son. I look down and I'm met with these big blue eyes, 'his' eyes, looking back at me.

"He was awake in his crib, so I got him changed for you." She said, she was such a good God Mother for my son, she was always taking care of him, and me. I couldn't help but smile as I put Ryder in his play pen, turning on some music as I walked over to her.

"That's fine, Kenna, you always take such good care of him." I put my arm over her shoulder and before I knew it she grabbed my phone out of my hand.

" Now to find out, what you've been looking at." She teased not knowing what it really was, as soon as she realized she looked up at me.

"Emelyn, you have got to be kidding me." She sighed.

"He's coming back?" I just nodded my head, I didn't know what to do. He didn't know about Ryder, I found out I was pregnant, the night he was leaving, and I just couldn't tell him because I knew he'd stay. He needed to go, it was important for his career, his future. I couldn't ruin that for him. I sighed running a hand through my hair. We had both decided that we'd focus on our careers, then figure out what we were. So, I stayed here to focus on my teaching job and he went to Seattle to focus on his writing and be with his publishing company. He never wanted this to be a serious thing, so when I found out about Ryder, I didn't tell him.

"What do I do Kenna?" I asked grabbing my phone.

"Should I even see him again?" Kenna sighed knowing me too well.

"Emelyn, you know you want to see him again, you love him..." I cut her off. " I don't love him. " She rolled her eyes.

"Please, I don't have to be your best friend to know, you fell for him the moment you met him." Was I really that transparent? I just shrugged trying to ignore her smirk. I take a deep breath trying to decide what I should do.

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