Falling

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WARNING: Adult Themes. So, there's that...please leave me a comment or give me a vite if you like this story and want to see what happens next ;)

Christy sat with Jessie and her oldest, Lily, at a corner table set up as a part of the celebration for the wrap of Season 10 of Good Mythical Morning. She had debated coming at all, but it was important for the kids to be here for their dad and Uncle Rhett. She knew that everyone was aware of what she had done, but no one had seemed to treat her any differently and any awkwardness she had felt when she arrived had disappeared after the first hour or so.

She glanced around the room wistfully, taking note that her youngest was with Jessie's youngest near Alex, laughing about something ridiculous she assumed. She had to look a little longer to find Lincoln, but she did; he had his Nintendo Switch and was tucked into a corner with Locke and a bowl of kettle chips. She frowned, wishing her eldest son would stop playing so many video games, but liked that he was at least interacting with another person while playing said games.

"Noah, over here!"

Christy's head whipped around, her blonde hair fanning out briefly and her eyes finding a woman she had never met approaching a group of people she almost recognized. Noah.

Christy's eyes raked down to the girl's toes before traveling back up to the little strawberry blonde messy buns tied at the nape of her slender neck. She was short, only a couple inches taller than Jessie if that. She was young, Christy wouldn't put her older than her mid 20's, and her body was tight, compact, and loaded with subtle curves that she had never had.

She remembered the way Link's eyes has sparkled when he had met a Noah for brunch once. This had to be the same girl; after all, how many women had Christy met named Noah? She received confirmation of her suspicion when her husband walked between the two and his eyes lingered far too long on the bubbly redhead, only to have her turn her (striking) green eyes to him as he passed.

Christy felt nauseous. She was beautiful with her little denim shorts and oversized cardigan, knit socks pulled over her knee and doc martens laced tight to her calf. Her style was cool and relaxed, and Christy even found herself appreciating the way the clothes hung on the younger woman. That didn't excuse the way Link had looked when she had texted him, though, and the worst part about it all; she worked for him.

The girl she had heard he'd been spending more time with, eating lunch with, etc., was employed by him. They saw one another every day. Christy had been working for months to try and earn Link's affections back, and the reason she couldn't was standing 15-feet from her because they worked together. He'd said he would try, but he had been steadily falling for a girl he spent infinitely more time with than her.

She was angry, but she knew better than to cause a scene right now. Glancing at the clock, she realized it was almost 8 which meant that she and Jessie would need to get the kids home soon, and the wrap-up party would become for adults only. She didn't want to leave, especially now.

Christy glanced toward the girl again, watching her walk away from the group and toward the food. Asking Lily if she was still hungry, Christy hopped out of her seat and started crossing the room...

...Noah pulled her gaze away from Link's retreating back, her stomach flipping. It had been two days since she had texted him asking if he was okay and he had never replied. When she saw him at work, he was unusually quiet, even if he did smile at her and ask her how she was.

Something had changed, and she had no idea what or if she had done or said something that had made him mad. This was exactly why she had told herself not to get attached to him. This was the reason he had told her that he was a mess, and the reason they had agreed to just stay friends. There was just a small problem with that; she had gotten, at least a little, attached and when they kissed there was nothing friendly about it. Her world had flipped upside down.