Before Sara could pull her eyes away from Paul through the window and turn to her friend, she added, “I’m pregnant.”

Sara glanced around the room and gestured in the direction of her bedroom. “Let’s talk in there where we’ll have some privacy.” Once she’d closed the door, “Are you sure?  I mean, completely sure?” Read more »

“I need to make the rounds to see if everything is running smoothly.  Will you two be okay by yourselves?” Blaine asked. Read more »

Even for a Saturday night, Blaine’s Rain was packed.  I was grateful we met in a private room at the back of the club.  As a rule, I wasn’t a fan of large crowds.  The situation was nearly impossible to control.  Anything could happen and I wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop it. Read more »

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Sara stifled the growl of frustration. “What do you need now, Nika?” Read more »

With effort, Sara tore her gaze away from the glass – and Michael’s gaze – to turn to Nika.  She spoke after the briefest of pauses.  “Just looking at nature.  It looks peaceful out there.” Read more »

Sara tried to gather her thoughts to answer her friend.  “Huh?” Read more »

Sara swallowed and broke the silence in the room.  “I can’t believe you made me orange French toast. Read more »

The hallway was silent.  For long moments, no one looked at anyone else as the implications of Michael’s words set in.  Jane was the first to speak, her voice sounding foreign against the silence. Read more »

Thinking naught of her commando clothing situation, she raced back up the stairs to the source of the commotion, giving Michael an eyeful from behind her.  Sara stopped short at the top of the stairs taking in the surreal scene unfolding in front of her eyes.  If the look of guilt on Lincoln’s face wasn’t so genuine then she would think she was being Punk’d. Read more »

She awoke still snuggled to his bare chest.  It must be morning…or very close to it.  The room was no longer dark; instead, dusky hues of predawn light filtered through the curtains.  In that moment, she was content to stay in his arms for the rest of her life.

Perfect peace.  That’s what this was.  That must be how it felt to wake up with the man you loved. Read more »

She awoke still snuggled to his bare chest.  It must be morning…or very close to it.  The room was no longer dark; instead, dusky hues of predawn light filtered through the curtains.  In that moment, she was content to stay in his arms for the rest of her life.

Perfect peace.  That’s what this was.  That must be how it felt to wake up with the man you loved. Read more »

Sleep simply would not come for Sara.  It didn’t matter how long she spent envisioning total blackness, it would not take her from her current state of consciousness.  Tossing and turning was perhaps more pointless than sheep counting.

Why was it that her bed felt so empty in the darkness?  She always slept alone.  Tonight shouldn’t feel so different. Read more »

Time passed quickly during the rest of the evening.  After Paul had taken the book to Sara’s room for safekeeping, he’d taken up residence in the spot beside Sara on the couch, his arm draped around her shoulders in a comfortable manner.  Uncomplicated chatter – led by Nika – dispersed any lingering tension that might have remained. Read more »

Tears flowed from her eyes as she continued to gaze at the object in her hands.  She didn’t turn her head when she spoke; it wouldn’t matter.  She couldn’t see through the tears anyway.  “Paul…it’s perfect.” Read more »