1Did she love him enough?
It was a fair and plausible question. One that lurked on the edge of her every thought, demanding an answer. Still, it stung more than a bit to have her mentor blatantly answer it with a sounding No. A part of her, that childish part that crouched behind her façade of adulthood, had wanted to hurl a Who the hell do you think you are? in response. The answer that to question would have been simple: Shirley Schmidt. Still, being the all powerful Schmidt did not give her the right to tell others how to live. It did not give her the right to make others question their feelings.
That was the real crux of the matter. Shirley had made her question herself. Which, in and of itself, wasnt that big of a deal. She was use to that. Most of her relationship with Shirley revolved around Shirley making her question herself. It was the subject matter that made it so hard this time. She didnt want to question herself where Brad was concerned.
Denise lets out a sigh that is not quite resigned, but close enough. Pushing her hair off her face with widespread fingers, she closes her eyes, squeezing them shut so tightly it almost hurt. Damn Shirley and her You dont love him enough. She had made the mistake of asking Shirley why she thought that. She shouldnt have. She should have just left it be, told her she was wrong, and went about her business. Instead, she had asked why, and the answer still stung.
You have a misplaced sense of obligation. Youre just old fashioned enough to think you have to marry the father of your child. Common mistake, one that often leads to divorce. Do you really want to have three marriages under your belt?
Did any woman want three marriages under her belt? None that she knew. Occasionally they got a serial bride in the office. Some middle aged woman who was addicted to getting married and divorced. The thought of people seeing her in such a light was a bit daunting. Although, her circumstances were a bit different. The Bastard, she refused to acknowledge her first husband by name, had been the one to ruin what they had. Granted their whole marriage, as it turned out, had not been the wonderful All-American dream she had thought it to be. Daniel had died. Their marriage had ended before it even began. Was it fair to count the marriage as a failure if the husband died?
Opening her eyes, Denise lets out another sigh. She silently damns Shirley again. She didnt need this. Not now. Not when her life was finally starting to make sense. She frowns a bit. Her life was finally making sense and she was questioning it. Because of Shirley. Shirley who was single and bitter. Her lips press together in an attempt to not laugh. Her body shakes a bit with the effort.
You okay? The baby okay?
The sound of Brads voice causes her to look up. Her heart swells a bit as their eyes meet. The slight smile stretches into a full grin. Yeah. Im fine. In fact, Ive never been more fine. Easing to her feet, she walks toward him. He meets her half way, one of his hands reaching up to gently caress her cheek. Standing on tip toe, she presses a soft kiss against his mouth. I love you Brad Chase. I love you more than I have ever loved anyone in my entire life. And I cant wait to be your wife.
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