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I still wasn’t feeling atsickness didn’t just strike in the er with me mostly in the afternoon and so it had become somewhat paradoxical Now that I kneasn’t actually ill and instead was just coping with pregnancy symptoms, I had to find ways to deal with them and still be able to function every day But thatlunch and sometimes dinner would inevitably make me feel sick to my stomach, but if I didn’t eat crackers before I even put , I was likely to feel sick, too I also realized eating snacks throughout thedown, and soet a small meal in later in the day I learned to subsist on protein shakes to get in enough nutrition, and I hoped this stage would be over soon

Olivia was still the only person in my life who knew, and I honestly still had no idea what I was going to do about it It was such a strange concept, soht about I didn’t knohat to think about it, much less how to handle it I couldn’t decide if I should tell Quentin Though if I were to listen to Olivia, that wasn’t even an option She was very clear in her belief that I had to tell him It wasn’t up to me to decide if he should know or not This was as ht to make his decision about how he felt about it just as much as I did

That was a lot to think about Not just if to tell hi to cope with however he reacted After all, I wasn’t going to be able to keep it a secret for too er, and unless I wanted to quit ure my shit out

At least being at the complex alone meant I didn’t have to try to i or look even close to professional I could just relax and do what I needed to do at ly hot day, so I chose shorts and a tank top No one else was around, so I turnedto keep y up I was lost in the rhyth analytics when a knock scaredback, I looked up at the door and saw Quentin standing there His hand was still hovered over where he leaned in to knock on the open door I immediately noticed he didn’t look like I was used to Rather than his suit or slacks and button-up, he earing shorts and an old college T-shirt It was char like just a nor to think about work

The irony wasn’t lost onhim look that hile he was in fact at work But at least now I knew he owned those clothes, which meant that was a possibility of another side of hihis new position, he’d been in his business clothes and carried hio e were kissing And ere on my desk And ere on the bench at the side of the pond

Which broughtif he could sense so different about me Was that even possible? Maybe that was a bit on the far side, but the way he was looking at me made me wonder There was a look in his eyes I didn’t really kno to interpret There was no way he could see anything yet I was only a feeeks along, so nothing was different But he was looking at me with some sort of expectation

Finally, Quentinof other words I didn’t quite catch So where thefrom He rushed away down the hall before I had a chance to say anything back I stood there and stared at the e what that interaction was all about He hadn’t interacted with ate event I’d made it a point to not be alone with hi near him at all And yet he showed up at