Jerome couldn't stop smiling. He hadn't been this happy in years; the last time he could remember feeling this way was when his youngest child was born, twenty years earlier. When his wife had left him several months earlier, Jerome had believed he would never be happy again. How could he be, when the woman he'd loved for three decades suddenly told him she...
On the way home from the failed dinner, Brenna cried. "I'm so sorry, Jerome. I didn't mean to ruin the night." "You didn't ruin anything." Jerome put his hand on hers. "My darling daughter did that all by herself. She had no right to speak to you the way she did." "You could have stayed. I could have taken a bus home or something." "Not a chance. That's m...
Mina nibbled her Saltine and squeezed her eyes shut. She wanted to sink through the floor and disappear. She just wanted it all to go away...and not just the baby. At the moment she was sitting in a place she never imagined she'd be in her life. The waiting room was so bright, the florescent lights, white walls, and beige plastic chairs came together in a...
The Westervelt family sat around the dinner table quietly eating a Thanksgiving meal prepared by their mother. Jeannette, the oldest, sat beside her husband DeRay. Gillian, beside her boyfriend, Andre. Georgina, next to her boyfriend, Jalen. Finally, the youngest daughter, Laura, sat by her father whose head was face pointed straight down into his white mash...
This story is seven chapters. This is the final chapter. You may want to read the previous chapters before this one. Thank you to Linda62953 for taking the time to edit my story. * The following morning Jeff dropped me off at home and said he had to go back to the base and finish his last three weeks of duty. He promised me he would call me whenever he go...
She was going to say it. Rick gritted his teeth into an approximation of a smile as Laney fluttered her eyelashes at him and then their waiter, the very picture of a helpless female. It'd be a lot more endearing if the dilemma she was facing had an importance. Or if she hadn't said the exact same thing on the other two dates he'd taken her on. "Ooooo, I d...
New Year's Eve 1956, Charles and Diana Richards and Tom and Lynda Seldon were celebrating at a party in the ballroom of the hotel they were staying at in Washington D.C. The Bureau had very generously rewarded them with tickets to the party for their quick work. They had discovered the identity that Bradley Williams had assumed and that he'd been traveling b...
Chapter 4: Amanda's Mom in Action "What's the knife for?" Brian asked. "I'm going to measure you," she said, matter-of-factly. He let her undress him. She got down on her knees, knife in hand. "How should I go about this? When a guy says he'd nine inches, where does the measurement start?" "Just don't stab me with that," Brian laughed. "It's a butter kn...
Jordan groaned and rubbed his face. He looked down at his hand and jumped back. "Ew." He wiped his hand in the wastebasket and stood up. Looking in his mirror he ran his fingers on his face. "Oh, you're up." He turned and grinned. "It's gone." She moved to him and ran her fingers over his scarred cheek. "Yep, no more scab. It looks pretty good actually...
I lie in my hospital bed reflecting on the events of the last fifteen years and what brought me here to recover from the miscarriage that cost the life of my unborn child. I am Jenny Robinson, 33 years old and the wife of Dan Robinson and the mother of two lovely children, a girl 4 years old and a boy 2 years old. I was beginning my second trimester when I l...