**Completed** Cole Galloway has always had just enough of an ego to believe that the women falling at his feet were deserved. With an abundance of charm and looks to die for, who wouldn't want him?
Wynona Caldwell. That's who.
When Cole sets his s...
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Wynn
I find B sitting on the couch by herself in the living room scrolling mindlessly through her phone. I don't know what you're supposed to do after facing the type of blow she is, but I'm determined to make some part of this better for her. She deserves at least that much.
Wyatt tagged out when I arrived, giving me explicit instruction to never leave Colby's side. I could see his distress, the worry etched into the broad planes of his face. It pained me to see him that way- completely at the mercy of these relentless circumstances and unable to be the man he'd like to be for B due to her douchebag of a father, Cliff. All things considered, I know Wyatt made the right call, even though I think he'd be far more of a comfort to my hurting bestie than I can be.
"You're here," Colby says as I move to take a seat beside her on the sofa. "Did Wyatt send you to babysit?"
"Nah, he wouldn't do that," I reply with a wave of my hand. "I just wanted to hang."
"Right." She smiles brightly for a moment before her facade dissolves into a watery torrent of tears. "Oh, Wynn, it's real, isn't it? She's really gone!"
"I'm so sorry," I say, pulling my trembling friend into my own shaky embrace. "It doesn't feel real to me, either."
She nods, wheezing into my shoulder as I hold her close. Our tears mingle together, flowing into a murky blemish on their family room sofa- the same one we've shared for countless sleepovers and movie nights. In spite of all the hours spent gossiping and encouraging each other here, these moments of certain grief are the way ones that really define a friendship, evaporating every injustice that may have been served along the way.
It's heartbreaking, with the true gravity of what's transpired still so far from setting in. While I can't make this suck any less, I swear she'll never be alone in her grief.
"I can't do this anymore," B says, pulling away from me after what may have been minutes or hours... I don't know, and I don't really care. I'm not going anywhere.
I watch her curiously as she wipes her damp cheeks with the back of her hand, setting her shoulders and straightening her back. Sighing, she rolls her eyes when she spots the soaked trail that her own tears forged down the front of her freshman year cheer t-shirt. Sweeping her hair up into a high ponytail, she wraps it with the band from her wrist before smacking her knees excitedly.
"We're going baby shopping," she states with authority, rising to her feet. Her eyes sparkle with genuine joy as she glances at my belly. She reaches down, patting the swell of it gently with the tips her slender fingers. "You don't get to say no."
I smile in understanding, knowing that shopping provides the perfect distraction. We're world class shoppers, even at our worst. "I do need...well, everything really. Cole and I have acquired exactly nothing for the baby, and every day we're a little closer to her coming. Did I tell you I think she's a girl?"
