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head up and down to support them, not ever revealing that she secretly loved Grantâs imperfect physique.
As Jessie watched Grant, his khaki slacks wrinkled as if heâd slept in them, her hand flew to her mouth in realization. She lifted up the bedsheet and felt her belly, slightly deflated, but not as hard, just as another nurse pushed a bassinet into the room with a baby in it. It was wearing a little white long-sleeve T-shirt and diaper and had a blue-and-pink-striped hat on its head. On the side of the glass, a sticker read Hi, my name is Baby Lucas : 8 pounds, 10 ounces. Born 6-02-05. âOh my God!â Jessie marveled at the sight of her one-day-old son.
âJess?â
âIâm okay, just obviously a little out of it . . .â
âYou started running a fever as soon as we got you into the room after the delivery. You were talking in your sleep the whole time.â
âWhat was I saying?â Jessie eyed Lucas as the nurse picked him up, aching to hold him.
âOh, mostly gibberish, but you did keep calling out for someone named Blair?â Grant let out a strange laugh and she couldnât tell if he thought it was funny or not. âYouâre not cheating on me, are you?â he added, his smile still resting on his lips.
Jessie felt the color drain from her face as she searched Grantâs for more information. Did he know more than heâd let on last time? Was this his way of testing the waters? Satisfying that nagging feeling heâd been having all along? Or was she simply overthinking things because she really had been unfaithful? Sheâd wanted to come back here so badly, but she hadnât thought through how heavy the burden of her secrets would feel again.
âI am most definitely not cheating on you with someone named Blair!â Jessie said. âI was obviously delirious from the fever,â she added before he could respond, pulling him in asclosely as her IV would allow, digging her head into the cushion of his chest that she had missed so much, wondering why she ever thought she could replace him. As the nurse placed Lucas against her breast and she buried her nose in his neck, she thought of Blair Wainright again. For whatever reason, he had given her another chance. And she was determined to get it right this time.
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Gabriela awoke in the darkness, her head pounding. Was this what a migraine felt like? She was thankful for the thick curtains on the window of her hotel room, knowing the fiery Las Vegas sun would not help the ache inside her skull. What time had they gotten back to the suite the night before? As she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, Blairâs claims about time travel began to flash in her head like scenes from a hazy dream. She couldnât believe she had fallen for his story. Magical solar eclipse my ass , Gabriela thought as she heard a phone start ringing. She scrambled to grab it, but realized it wasnât hers. It was someoneâs archaic BlackBerry. She hadnât seen one of these in a long time. Gabriela pushed a series of buttons, trying to remember how to answer it, and finally heard Jessieâs voice.
âIâm in the hospital!â
âWhat?â Gabriela stood up and nearly collapsed, her legs wobbly as she tried to find a light switch. But then she remembered how the cute bellman stressed that the hotel suite was high-techâso much so that there were no light switches. Hadnât he showed them a remote control that operated everything ? Where the hell was it? âWhat happened? Why are you at the hospital?â
âIâm fine. Better than fine, Iâm fabulous. Gab . . .â Jessiepaused, and Gabriela thought she heard a baby crying in the background.
âJess . . .â
Jessie lowered her voice to a whisper. âIt worked, Gabriela. Weâre back in the year 2005. I had Lucas yesterday. Do you
As Jessie watched Grant, his khaki slacks wrinkled as if heâd slept in them, her hand flew to her mouth in realization. She lifted up the bedsheet and felt her belly, slightly deflated, but not as hard, just as another nurse pushed a bassinet into the room with a baby in it. It was wearing a little white long-sleeve T-shirt and diaper and had a blue-and-pink-striped hat on its head. On the side of the glass, a sticker read Hi, my name is Baby Lucas : 8 pounds, 10 ounces. Born 6-02-05. âOh my God!â Jessie marveled at the sight of her one-day-old son.
âJess?â
âIâm okay, just obviously a little out of it . . .â
âYou started running a fever as soon as we got you into the room after the delivery. You were talking in your sleep the whole time.â
âWhat was I saying?â Jessie eyed Lucas as the nurse picked him up, aching to hold him.
âOh, mostly gibberish, but you did keep calling out for someone named Blair?â Grant let out a strange laugh and she couldnât tell if he thought it was funny or not. âYouâre not cheating on me, are you?â he added, his smile still resting on his lips.
Jessie felt the color drain from her face as she searched Grantâs for more information. Did he know more than heâd let on last time? Was this his way of testing the waters? Satisfying that nagging feeling heâd been having all along? Or was she simply overthinking things because she really had been unfaithful? Sheâd wanted to come back here so badly, but she hadnât thought through how heavy the burden of her secrets would feel again.
âI am most definitely not cheating on you with someone named Blair!â Jessie said. âI was obviously delirious from the fever,â she added before he could respond, pulling him in asclosely as her IV would allow, digging her head into the cushion of his chest that she had missed so much, wondering why she ever thought she could replace him. As the nurse placed Lucas against her breast and she buried her nose in his neck, she thought of Blair Wainright again. For whatever reason, he had given her another chance. And she was determined to get it right this time.
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Gabriela awoke in the darkness, her head pounding. Was this what a migraine felt like? She was thankful for the thick curtains on the window of her hotel room, knowing the fiery Las Vegas sun would not help the ache inside her skull. What time had they gotten back to the suite the night before? As she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, Blairâs claims about time travel began to flash in her head like scenes from a hazy dream. She couldnât believe she had fallen for his story. Magical solar eclipse my ass , Gabriela thought as she heard a phone start ringing. She scrambled to grab it, but realized it wasnât hers. It was someoneâs archaic BlackBerry. She hadnât seen one of these in a long time. Gabriela pushed a series of buttons, trying to remember how to answer it, and finally heard Jessieâs voice.
âIâm in the hospital!â
âWhat?â Gabriela stood up and nearly collapsed, her legs wobbly as she tried to find a light switch. But then she remembered how the cute bellman stressed that the hotel suite was high-techâso much so that there were no light switches. Hadnât he showed them a remote control that operated everything ? Where the hell was it? âWhat happened? Why are you at the hospital?â
âIâm fine. Better than fine, Iâm fabulous. Gab . . .â Jessiepaused, and Gabriela thought she heard a baby crying in the background.
âJess . . .â
Jessie lowered her voice to a whisper. âIt worked, Gabriela. Weâre back in the year 2005. I had Lucas yesterday. Do you
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