A Summer To Remember: Novella (Lost Love Book 1)

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my arms, I come to the realization I’ve pushed too far. She scrambles off my lap, and heads for the stairs. To her safe haven but not before I catch the hint of sadness in her smile.
    As soon as she's out of hearing distance the boys start ribbing me, singing. “Ooh, Xavier and Izzy sitting in the tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.” shaking my head at them yet I can’t help but smile. “Piss off.” Kyle catches me off guard when he asks. “You really like her, don’t you? I been watching the way, you act when she’s around. You're smitten but my first threat still stands, what happens when you leave Xavier?” I know he’s right but I can’t help how I feel. I not sure if I want to hold back. I feel like she’s my one. My forever girl.

Chapter Ten
     
    Isabelle
     
    Awakening much later, I turn over the bed to find the space next to me empty. I’m disappointed Xavier isn't beside me. I reach for the phone to check the time, only to discover a calendar reminder. I forgot I had a meeting with the midwife. I have twenty minutes until I'm due there, which sends me scrambling to get ready. Arriving at the office, I book myself in and wait to be called.
    "Miss Taylor, would you follow me please?" asks a little woman with graying hair.
    Trailing behind her, she pushes open the door to the examination room. "Pull up a chair, lovely. My name's Joan. I’m the resident midwife here.”
    Slowly, I lower myself into the seat she indicated.
    “Don’t look so terrified, dear. There is no reason to worry. I will perform an examination, to see how the baby is doing. I will also check the heartbeat and ask you a few questions. Is that okay?”
    I nod my head to show it's fine and I understand the next steps.
    "Okay Isabelle, how have you been feeling?"
    “I’m feeling better now the sickness has passed. but I'm constantly  drained."
    Joan looks at me intently. “I'm glad you’re feeling better. You're coming into the blooming phases of pregnancy. Tiredness is normal in most circumstances however in the event that it deteriorates. Come back.”
    "Okay," I reply, letting her know I've taken everything on board.
    She requests that I pop onto the bed. Once I'm comfortable, she places her hands onto my belly, feeling around. "Everything feels fine. Let me see if I can locate the heartbeat." She pulls out a weird looking object and places it on my belly.
    Seconds later the room's filled with the sound of the baby's heartbeat. I’m mesmerized, all I can do is lie here and listen to the most incredible sound, my baby’s heartbeat.
    Joan taps my arm. "It's astounding, isn't it, dear?"
    I can’t bring myself to answer. Afraid the sob I’m frantically trying to hold in doesn’t advance past my lips.
    “It’s okay to cry.”
    My response is a nod.
    “Where’s the father, dear?”
    That does it, there's no holding back my emotions, however hard I battle. I discover myself opening up to her, letting everything slip free.
    I’m humiliated for letting my weakness show. In all honesty, Joan was incredible and extremely consoling. I feel somewhat lighter for opening up. Joan gives me her number in case I need anything. I express gratitude towards her and leave.
    Did you hear the heartbeat, Josh? I silently ask, gazing toward the clouds. With a little grin, I climb into my little Honda and head back to the house.
    As I pull to a stop on our two car drive. My phone lets off a buzz and I reach over the middle console, to where I stored it in the glove box.
      Kyle: We’ve gone to the beach so, grab some food and meets us.
      Me: Okay, give me an hour and I will be with you.
      Kyle: Laters.
     
    ~#~
     
    Scavenging through my drawers looking for my black one piece. I’m not sure if it's likely to fit anymore, with my stomach getting bigger week by week. Maybe I should opt for a bikini instead. After a couple of minutes of debating which is the best to wear, my hand lies on my turquoise bikini. Screw it. I slip it on under my clothes, then

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