them all in before he wakes up. I use the bathroom, brush my teeth, shower, shave, and get dressed. Once I’ve gotten myself ready for this shitty day, I go out to the kitchen, make myself a cup of coffee, and get a bottle ready for Xander. I figure preparation is the key to success. With this kid, I have to anticipate his every move. I run through what I need to accomplish today … pay bills, figure out a budget for childcare, start looking for childcare, and attend Keri’s service. Like I said before, a fucking shitty day. I take one last sip from my cup, put it in the sink, and as if on cue, Xander starts crying. I let out a sigh and pick up the bottle of formula before heading to the bedroom. At least, he has enough decency to let me finish my coffee.
Emelia~
I’m exhausted as my first day of work comes to an end, but I’m also excited because I feel like I could do a lot of good at this center. The management is amazing and the staff was extremely welcoming. They seem to really care about the work they do and that helped ease some of my anxiety I had going into this. The only kink in my day was the obnoxious flower delivery I got from Garrett this morning. It’s a typical move for Garrett, exactly his style. A month before I up and moved to New Jersey, I made the decision to end things with Garrett. I had toyed around with that decision for a long time but had never worked up the nerve to do it with any finality. I gave him a chance because I felt pressured. He wasn’t my choice, and it’s shallow, I know, but at the very least, he wasn’t hard to look at. The thing is he never made me feel … well, anything. Being with him was like being with any random person I’d just met. There was no spark, no chemistry, no fireworks, and if I had to guess, there are a few reasons for this. First, he’s always been too worried about his image. He’d never do anything out in public that would make him look anything less than refined and cultured. He’s so far up his father’s ass that I doubt he can even see straight. He’s likely never had an original thought in his entire life. I could go on, but I think all of that says enough about him.
So flowers from him on the first day … flowers from him any day are an unwelcome surprise. Did he honestly think I would want to have even more of a spotlight put on me on day one at a new job in a new city? It was actually embarrassing, bringing more attention to myself when I honestly just wanted to blend in. I’m thinking about this when I leave the center, purse hiked over my shoulder, car keys in one hand and flowers in the other. I’m thinking about this when my car comes into view and I see Garrett leaning against it arms crossed over his chest and a cocky grin on his face.
“Shit,” I curse under my breath as I approach him, careful not to stand too close. I’m hoping that the distance I keep between us is an indication of the state of things.
“Hi, gorgeous.”
I breathe through the urge to spit fire at him. “What are you doing here, Garrett?”
“I wanted to surprise you on your first day.” He tilts his head and reaches out his hand in an attempt to grab me. I take a step to the right and out of his reach. His eyes on me glisten with humor in the late afternoon sunlight. Typical. He thinks I like to play a game with him, that I enjoy playing hard to get and making him work for it.
“I think your flowers were enough of a surprise,” I say pushing the bouquet into his chest.
“What you didn’t like them?” he asks clueless as ever, his hand coming up to hold the bouquet in order to keep them from falling. He thinks that any attention he gives a woman is good attention because he’s under the assumption that he’s God’s gift to women. He doesn’t get that he’s not quite as charming as he thinks he is.
“They were totally unnecessary and inappropriate.”
“Oh, come on, Emelia. Don’t start. Only you would take a nice gesture and
Emelia~
I’m exhausted as my first day of work comes to an end, but I’m also excited because I feel like I could do a lot of good at this center. The management is amazing and the staff was extremely welcoming. They seem to really care about the work they do and that helped ease some of my anxiety I had going into this. The only kink in my day was the obnoxious flower delivery I got from Garrett this morning. It’s a typical move for Garrett, exactly his style. A month before I up and moved to New Jersey, I made the decision to end things with Garrett. I had toyed around with that decision for a long time but had never worked up the nerve to do it with any finality. I gave him a chance because I felt pressured. He wasn’t my choice, and it’s shallow, I know, but at the very least, he wasn’t hard to look at. The thing is he never made me feel … well, anything. Being with him was like being with any random person I’d just met. There was no spark, no chemistry, no fireworks, and if I had to guess, there are a few reasons for this. First, he’s always been too worried about his image. He’d never do anything out in public that would make him look anything less than refined and cultured. He’s so far up his father’s ass that I doubt he can even see straight. He’s likely never had an original thought in his entire life. I could go on, but I think all of that says enough about him.
So flowers from him on the first day … flowers from him any day are an unwelcome surprise. Did he honestly think I would want to have even more of a spotlight put on me on day one at a new job in a new city? It was actually embarrassing, bringing more attention to myself when I honestly just wanted to blend in. I’m thinking about this when I leave the center, purse hiked over my shoulder, car keys in one hand and flowers in the other. I’m thinking about this when my car comes into view and I see Garrett leaning against it arms crossed over his chest and a cocky grin on his face.
“Shit,” I curse under my breath as I approach him, careful not to stand too close. I’m hoping that the distance I keep between us is an indication of the state of things.
“Hi, gorgeous.”
I breathe through the urge to spit fire at him. “What are you doing here, Garrett?”
“I wanted to surprise you on your first day.” He tilts his head and reaches out his hand in an attempt to grab me. I take a step to the right and out of his reach. His eyes on me glisten with humor in the late afternoon sunlight. Typical. He thinks I like to play a game with him, that I enjoy playing hard to get and making him work for it.
“I think your flowers were enough of a surprise,” I say pushing the bouquet into his chest.
“What you didn’t like them?” he asks clueless as ever, his hand coming up to hold the bouquet in order to keep them from falling. He thinks that any attention he gives a woman is good attention because he’s under the assumption that he’s God’s gift to women. He doesn’t get that he’s not quite as charming as he thinks he is.
“They were totally unnecessary and inappropriate.”
“Oh, come on, Emelia. Don’t start. Only you would take a nice gesture and
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