UNFORGETTABLE (Able Series Book 3) by Gigi Aceves Page A
Authors: Gigi Aceves
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finger of Brian’s I loosen from my waist, a piece of my heart chips away, but love is love is love. You love wholeheartedly, without prejudice; you love with everything, and stop at nothing; you love with fear, and without; you love with pain, and through it; you love with forgiveness, without limit; but more than anything, you love because you simply do.
I slowly and calmly place his hands on his lap, not letting go until I make sure he understands what I’m feeling . . . what it is I want him to understand. My voice is without anger, but filled with pain when I say, “Give yourself all the time you need, Brian. While you’re at it, I’m going to do what’s best for our child. I’m hurt more than angry, hopeful more than hopeless, but a part of me is happy because I have something to look forward to. Right yourself for our child, but more than anything, right yourself for you. I need you whole for us, okay?”
With that, I slowly rise and silently leave the room. I go straight to our room heading to the bathroom, but not without glancing at our rumpled-we-got-it-on bed, remembering the last time he made love to me. Shaking that thought out quickly, I stand under the hot shower, washing away the ache and clearing my mind. Now, silence in the shower is golden. I do this all the time. When I’m stressed out or feeling down, I wash it off. Psychologically it works, seeing the water go down the drain is a freedom of some sort. At least, I’m a very squeaky clean woman while my heart is a mess.
BRIAN
THE DAY AFTER RECEIVING THE most shocking news of my life, I find myself in the office staring out the window at six in the morning because I’m avoiding Tami. Simply put, I don’t have the nerve to face her after the hurtful words I’ve said, and the way those words left my mouth.
I want this baby—I need this baby, but at the same time, I’m afraid of the unknown. If I could shelter her from the pain, I would, but while sheltering her, I’m hurting her in the process. This is a no win situation, no matter what I choose.
My heart almost jumps out of my chest when Gunny walks into my office, surprising me and interrupting my self-imposed Brian-bashing with a scowl on his face. The day of reckoning has come, and I’ll gladly accept it because this is all on me. Gunny, my mentor, my second father is now Jack, the dad to the woman I love. He closes the door slowly, taking deep breaths before facing me.
“You got your shit straightened out, Brian? Don’t answer that. In fact, just sit tight and open your ears. I understand the fear, trust me I do, but do you want to sit on your own fears? When shit hits the fan, when your time’s up, and it’s too late, how are you going to handle the lost times, the I should haves of life? Can you live with that?”
He walks, positions the chair next to my desk directly across from me so we’re at eye level, and he continues on his rant of warning fueled by his love for his daughter and for me.
“I’ll tell you . . . you’ll have a shitload of regret, and that’s worse than fear, son. With fear, you can fight it, push it out of the way with something stronger, which is love and faith, but regret, you have nothing against it. Nothing, but pain and heartache, and the constant nagging memory of what you should’ve done. I don’t think you could ever live with that. For arguments sake, God forbid, but let’s say Tami loses the baby and you find yourself hurting, again. Would you rather hurt knowing you’ve loved that child with everything you’ve got, enjoying every second of his or her life given to you by God with the woman you love; or would you rather hurt knowing you stayed away for days hiding behind your fears?”
I bow my head in shame. “I’ll settle everything tonight. I know I can’t sit on it too long. Jack, I love her and our child with everything that I am. I just need a moment to get my fear in check and my head straight. I want to be strong for her
I slowly and calmly place his hands on his lap, not letting go until I make sure he understands what I’m feeling . . . what it is I want him to understand. My voice is without anger, but filled with pain when I say, “Give yourself all the time you need, Brian. While you’re at it, I’m going to do what’s best for our child. I’m hurt more than angry, hopeful more than hopeless, but a part of me is happy because I have something to look forward to. Right yourself for our child, but more than anything, right yourself for you. I need you whole for us, okay?”
With that, I slowly rise and silently leave the room. I go straight to our room heading to the bathroom, but not without glancing at our rumpled-we-got-it-on bed, remembering the last time he made love to me. Shaking that thought out quickly, I stand under the hot shower, washing away the ache and clearing my mind. Now, silence in the shower is golden. I do this all the time. When I’m stressed out or feeling down, I wash it off. Psychologically it works, seeing the water go down the drain is a freedom of some sort. At least, I’m a very squeaky clean woman while my heart is a mess.
BRIAN
THE DAY AFTER RECEIVING THE most shocking news of my life, I find myself in the office staring out the window at six in the morning because I’m avoiding Tami. Simply put, I don’t have the nerve to face her after the hurtful words I’ve said, and the way those words left my mouth.
I want this baby—I need this baby, but at the same time, I’m afraid of the unknown. If I could shelter her from the pain, I would, but while sheltering her, I’m hurting her in the process. This is a no win situation, no matter what I choose.
My heart almost jumps out of my chest when Gunny walks into my office, surprising me and interrupting my self-imposed Brian-bashing with a scowl on his face. The day of reckoning has come, and I’ll gladly accept it because this is all on me. Gunny, my mentor, my second father is now Jack, the dad to the woman I love. He closes the door slowly, taking deep breaths before facing me.
“You got your shit straightened out, Brian? Don’t answer that. In fact, just sit tight and open your ears. I understand the fear, trust me I do, but do you want to sit on your own fears? When shit hits the fan, when your time’s up, and it’s too late, how are you going to handle the lost times, the I should haves of life? Can you live with that?”
He walks, positions the chair next to my desk directly across from me so we’re at eye level, and he continues on his rant of warning fueled by his love for his daughter and for me.
“I’ll tell you . . . you’ll have a shitload of regret, and that’s worse than fear, son. With fear, you can fight it, push it out of the way with something stronger, which is love and faith, but regret, you have nothing against it. Nothing, but pain and heartache, and the constant nagging memory of what you should’ve done. I don’t think you could ever live with that. For arguments sake, God forbid, but let’s say Tami loses the baby and you find yourself hurting, again. Would you rather hurt knowing you’ve loved that child with everything you’ve got, enjoying every second of his or her life given to you by God with the woman you love; or would you rather hurt knowing you stayed away for days hiding behind your fears?”
I bow my head in shame. “I’ll settle everything tonight. I know I can’t sit on it too long. Jack, I love her and our child with everything that I am. I just need a moment to get my fear in check and my head straight. I want to be strong for her
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