YOUR HAPPINESS OVER MINE ↠ DANIEL SEAVEY

35: Rose

I smiled at my sister along with her newly wed husband as they giggled at something on the couch of the living room. My pace slowed down heading closer towards the couple as I noticed Donny's hand on Trista's stomach making me grin with glee.

"It's kicking again," Trista looked up at me with delight making crouch down closer with to her.

I felt a slight quiver in my lips from excitement knowing my niece of nephew would be here in less than three months. My hand gently reached towards the base of her stomach as a sudden kick of motion was felt. A smile on all three of our faces lit up. A jolt of electricity pulled onto my hand as I stood up beamish. The baby hasn't been kicking around me — so this was a complete new experience.

"I can't wait to have baby Asher in this house," Donny smiled making Trista scoff.

"I thought we were naming it Cedric," she rolled her eyes sighing.

"It's a boy?" my amusement dialed.

"We don't know yet — Donny wanted it a surprise," she threw an annoyed glance.

We both stared at the rotten husband as Trista's new attention swapped to her stomach trying to count the days until she would be faced with a golden child. Not far from them, I looked over reaching on the dining table to see our mail. It wasn't anything too interesting — mostly bills, but one letter only grew my attention.

Williamson Publishing Company.

I knew that Mrs. Ren would give some of my pieces to some her connections, but never would I expect an entire company to reach out to me. Since I was young, I knew writing was something that I'd always enjoyed; there was a sort of creative outlet I had with the context. It allowed me to venture out of the reality of my life and create instances. I felt my heart jump as the smooth parchment was ripped open.

Dear Ms. Martin,

I was pleasantly surprised when I was informed of your young age, but that doesn't excuse how much talent I've seen in most of your work. It was extravagant to think that only a first year in college could have such a touch with words. Mrs. Ren, as you know her, only helped me fall in love with the writing, and I'd love to contact you in person over the subject.

I believe that in a matter of months — with editing and collaboration, we are able to publish some of your pieces. Our company is based in London, and it would be grand to collaborate with you here. I know it's a big change, but it would be an honor to work with such brilliant talent. I would love to work with you on upcoming projects, so if you oblige, I'll need you here in two months. Contact me as soon as you know your answer.

Sincerely,

Natasha Gray

"No way," the words left my lips almost too easily.

Donny saw my state of shock taking the paper from my loose grip quickly scanning over the text. I saw his face shift into a delighted mess quickly showing Trista to congratulate me on my new era of life. They both knew how much writing meant to me, but this just felt too extreme, too fast.

"Sienna?" she saw my hesitation on the subject.

"I— I'm going to take a walk," I didn't even reach their gaze before scurrying out the door.

I didn't know where I was going, but I needed air. The apartment complex soon felt like a vacuum sucking out any way for me to breathe feeling as it is sinking me deeper and deeper. The room felt like it was slowly collapsing. I finally made it to the outdoors of New York as I greeted it with heavy breathes.