Gifts

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I know I'm very late on updating but I wanted you all to know that I'm in the middle of editing and writing this book again to get published in paperback. Now I'm not sure if I'll make it open to the public for purchase yet, I'm waiting on my own copy first to see how I like it (of course it'll be the same book, some plot, but with more detail!) I'm not even sure if I'm ready to start self-publishing but I I'm exploring the option. When I get the book shipped to me I'll be sure to post a pic of it on here! Thanks for everyone's support thus far on the book, definitely wouldn't even be considering publishing it if I hadn't gotten so many reads this far! Thanks xoxox.


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Adams pov~~~

Don't get me wrong, I love my wife, but as her best friend.. well I'm not too fawned of her. Katie never had really done anything bad to me, but she was quite annoying. Plus she just has hated me in general.

I knew apart of it was because when Allison and I were just friends Katie thought I was leading her on or whatever. But in my defense, I didn't completely know that Allison had feelings for me!

So she has no reason to hate me.

There was a time where she didn't hate me though, of course, it was when we were younger. I actually use to hang out with her before I hung out with Allison. We weren't really friends, she just hung out with the same group of friends I hung out with.

But I rarely talked to her and quite frankly I thought she had a crush on me back then. She was always so tense and nervous around me, it leads me to believe she liked me. But then again what girl wouldn't?

"Just make sure to check up on her. Don't leave right away! Tell her I was sick so I couldn't bring it over myself." Allison says through the phone.

I sigh, muttering a "fine" into the phone.

"Adam please don't be mean to her! She's going through a lot, you know that." She points out.

"I promise to be super nice to your friend, but you owe me big time," I mutter into the phone. "Oh yes of course! I'm carrying your child, getting fatter, not to mention I'm constantly sick, but in the end, it's me that owes you." I roll my eyes. She always used the pregnancy against me. 

Which I find both weird and amusing. I never thought I'd be married to Allison, let alone be having a baby with her. It's a life I never saw coming, let alone needing and wanting. 

"Did I mention I love you?" I ask making her giggle on the other line. "Call me when you leave." She says. "Okay, see you soon." With that, we hung up and before I knew it I was at Katie's house.

I grab the gift basket as well as the very nicely wrapped gift that Allison had sent me to deliver. 

I couldn't help but scoff. Allison never did anything like this for me when we were friends. Then again I wasn't the best of friends to her. Yeah, we were best friends but she was always a better friend to me then I was to her. I definitely want to spend the rest of my existence making that up to her.

I knock on Katie's door, unsurprised when she answered, looking like utter crap. Her hair was up in a bun and she looked like she hadn't taken a shower today. She still wore her pink sweats and gray hoodie that I couldn't help but notice had a lot of food stains on.

She was clearly wallowing over her breakup. Even I didn't go through this stage with my divorce. Then again I was very happy to be getting a divorce. In fact, I had asked for my divorce.

"Adam? What are you doing here?" She asks, peering around me to see if Allison had also come. "Allison wanted me to drop this off to you, she has morning sickness- or night sickness, I think." I felt a bit confused.

"A gift?" She asks, looking at the gifts in my hands. "Yeah, I guess so." I shrug. "Well tell her thanks, I can just take them." She says, about to grab them. "Nonsense! Allow me to come in, give you some company for a second?" She gave me a weird look, one that read that she clearly didn't believe I wanted to come in and give her some company.

"Please," I add. "Fine." She opens the door moving to the side to let me walk in.

Surprisingly the house was full of packed boxes. "Sorry for the mess. He wants me out of here by Friday." She mutters. "Where is he?" I didn't dare speak of his name. It was probably the last name she wanted to hear. "He got a hotel until I'm out of here." She says, looking even sadder. "Why don't we sit? You can open the gift." I say holding up the wrapped gift. She gives me a sad smile before motioning me to her living room.

"Here." I hand her the gift as I took a seat.

"She takes a seat next to me before undoing the bow on top of the gift and tearing open the purple wrapping paper underneath.

I watched as she opened the gift, which was actually a white box that she also had to struggle to open.

Inside was a journal of some sort. She opened it, reading whatever it said inside. She smiled to herself, clear tears coming to the corner of her eyes. "Wow, tell her thanks for me." She says, wiping away the few tears that had dropped down her cheeks. She sits the gift on the middle table of the living room. 

I couldn't help but feel suddenly uncomfortable when she started crying. 

Unsure how to comfort her, I put my hand on her shoulder and slightly tapped. Apart of me was tempted to say "there, there" but I knew it was clearly not the right thing to do at the moment. It would just prove that I sucked at cheering people up.

"I have no idea what happened. The marriage was great at first and then suddenly- it wasn't." She shakes her head, sniffing. "He's an idiot, a blind idiot at that." I point out. "Why do you say that?" She asks. 

"Well, he didn't see the clear potential in you. Not only are you fucking beautiful, but you're awesome, somewhat funny, smart, you're the whole package and more and he's going to regret his decision in no time. But by then you'll have moved on." She smiles, shaking her head well laughing slightly. "Sounds like a dream that won't come true. He's been with me for how many years now? He knows me, he's seen my potential and decided I wasn't for him." She mutters.

"As I said, he's blind. You're a perfect woman, every guy ever- would be very lucky to have you. Fuck, he was lucky to even have had you for those few years. I have no reason to lie to you Katie,  you're a catch! And that's literally a fact." I give her a warm, hopefully convincing smile.

I wasn't lying. She was awesome and though I obviously not her biggest fan, I'd be lying if I didn't say any of those things. She is the whole package.

I was about to end the conversation there. Allison said I didn't have to stay too long, which I didn't! I sat down, had a nice meaningful talk, and I waited for her to open her gift before I left, I think I did my part.

But before I can announce that I was ready to get the hell out of here, she leaned in and like slow motion, I watched her lips pucker up until they came into contact with my own. My eyes went wide, seriously unsure if this was real or not, maybe I was dreaming or something. What a nightmare! But after realizing that this was real, that Katie was attempting to kiss me at the moment, I pushed her off.

"Katie.." I shake my head, looking away, unsure what to say next, I sat there in silence for what felt like a very long minute. "Allison is your best friend." I murmur.

"Please don't tell her! I'm so sorry you were just saying really nice things which I knew you didn't mean! I'm so sorry please don't tell Allison!" She immediately started begging. 

I shake my head. "I won't, but I should go." I stand up scratching the back of my neck in a nervous habit. "I'll see you later." With that, I rushed the hell outta there.


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