i would encourage you to read part one of bailey’s story before starting on chapter two – it would help to not only explain the back story – but set the tone.
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it had been three days – three days since she fell asleep on the sofa.
three weeks and three days.
the number three seemed to have an impact on her.
it could never be two. no – apparently two wasn’t his style.
her eyes focused on her reflection.
dark puffy bags encircled her lids and she could tell her cheek bones had become more pronounced; just as her clothes had gotten a little less fitted.
it was time to snap out of it and face the world, she thought as concealer was dabbed under her eyes.
if only she could conceal the hurt.
bay – just talk to me. i’m so sorry, please let me explain and maybe we can work it out.
his text message from the night before replayed in her head.
this was uncharted waters – how do you not talk to your husband?
how do you keep moving forward with your life when the one thing that has been constant is now unfamiliar?
she was confused and hurt.
she had wanted three to be significant.
to have the third be a pair of tiny feet running down the hallway.
to feel the life inside of her move.
she had wanted three to be a safe number – a growing number – a whole number.
instead three became heartache.
their marriage wasn’t expanded by the blessing of a child – but by the pain of another woman. adding three this way was heart wrenching.
she hated three.
clicking the clasp of her necklace in place her mind wandered back.
. . .
i got you something…he beamed handing her a box.
the box was large and heavy.
she opened it smiling what did you get me?! tearing into the tissue paper only to pull out a few heavy rocks. she looked at him with confusion. he made a “keep going” motion with his hands and she felt another box. tearing into it to find more rocks and tissue paper…and another box. she smiled you and your wrapping skills. she opened that box to see a tiny box cushioned in tissue paper – the size of her palm. pulling it out he smiled i saw this – and couldn’t not think of you.
opening the lid the light hit the necklace at just the right angle.
laying on velvet was a circle of diamonds and two birthstones, mine and yours he said. his hands cupped hers removing the necklace. she felt his fingertips brush her hair off of her shoulder, she smiled. He fastened the necklace and placed a kiss at the top of her spine.
. . .
She had forgotten that moment.
it had begun to consume her.
tears started to fall again – smudging her mascara and eye liner.
for better or worse she mumbled.
taking a deep breathe in she began to pray,
Lord…i need you. comfort me…help me know what to do.
*ding*
the doorbell rang.
she wasn’t expecting anyone, though her friends had been dropping by more often recently. running her fingers through her hair she pulled her pants higher on her hips. reaching for the door a small thought of what if it’s him? fleeted by, she stomped it down. the light flooded through the foyer, taking the few seconds for her eyes to adjust her breath left her.
Bay, i needed to see you.
he was holding three roses.
. . .
happy writing friends.
frankly friday tomorrow.
AHHH! I need the next chapter lady! What does she do?!
"their marriage wasn't expanded by the blessing of a child – but by the pain of another woman."
I can't even begin to tell you how killer this line is. As always, I loooove your writing and please post more!
I love the way you incorporated the number. Fantastic. ^^ Looks like I'm not the only one wanting to hear more!
Okay, I'm holding my breath now!!! 🙂
will chapter 3 be up tomorrow??
i need to know what happens!
all i can say is beautiful. i can feel her heartbreak.
Poor Bailey!! Can we all just surround her and have a sleepover in her living room sitting together and eating tons of ice cream. We don't even have to talk, just sit together!
Amy. Your writing = fantastic.
Um, can you please just post all of your chapters one after another? I seriously need to know what happens next. It's not even funny. The suspense is killing me, girl! 🙂