Others carved her past, she was now deciding her future.
But was she living?
The memories that haunted her determine each decision she made until he came along.
Everything changed.
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A wealthy businessman with handsome looks but without a care i...
I see the whole world in your eyes It's like I've known you all my life We just feel so right So I pour my heart into your hands
-Better Place by Rachel Platten
Enjoy this chapter!!:)
Thank you to @BrookeN66 for the song!
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Eileen
"No," I said to Luke. "The crib should go right there, in that corner. I don't like it by the window."
"Eileen, Jesus Christ! We've moved the damned thing five fucking times already. Every time we put it there you change your mind," he said with exasperation.
"Just move it," Alex groaned. He was painting the last wall, while Luke was supposed to be placing the crib where I liked it, but no matter what it just didn't look right. Luke muttered something under his breath before moving the crib once again.
I smiled.
Marty knocked on the door to the nursery, and I greeted him with a smile when I saw the pastry basket he had brought for me.
"Oh, thank you so, so much." I said hugging him.
Marty chuckled, returning the hug. "I see you have those boys working hard."
"You want to join?" Alex asked with pleading eyes.
Marty burst into full blown laughter while Luke and Alex just looked at him in disbelief.
"You haven't been here," Alex complained.
"You haven't," Luke agreed.
"I'll come back after she eats her pastries," Marty said, effectively avoiding their request. "Let's go, dear. Your feet look like Mexican tamales."
I smiled, not before turning around and giving the room one last look.
"Actually," I said, watching Alex run his hand through his hair, leaving some paint on it. Luke only cursed. "I think it would be best if you move the crib by the window after all, just be sure that it's centered. And Moretti, I think that we should've chosen another color. We should try a light yellow instead."
"You're killing me here, Eileen," he said with a smile. "I'll see what I can do."
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Marty and I sat out on the bench. Every so often he would place his hand over my belly, to feel the baby kick or move. My dad showed up an hour later with Nicole. It seemed like there was a family reunion.
