“I will definitely take time off. That way I can be your personal tour guide and take you to all my favorite places,” I promise her.
“Good. Until then…stay mischievous and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” she winks.
“So, basically, do whatever the hell I want, whenever the hell I want to?” I muse.
“Exactly!” she laughs.
I wave from the front door as the driver heads down the driveway and pulls away from the estate.
My heart aches a little to see her go. I wish I had spent more time with her. If she moves here, it would be incredible.
But it’s also a relief to see her leave. It’s one less thing for me to worry about. Everything is so busy and so new and so crazy. I’m overwhelmed.
Although I think a lot of that overwhelmed-ness is to do with Josiah.
My heart is doing strange things, and I am fighting against it every step of the way.
I’m not even sure if I know what I want anymore, other than to make the best choices for my girls. The rest is sort of…unknown.
The unknown scares me when it comes to my own heart.
It is dangerous and risky.
I close the front door quietly and tiptoe back upstairs to my room to get ready for work. We have an early morning meeting with almost the whole team. It’s about a new client who’s just come on board. It’s exciting, and I’m looking forward to finding out how I will be involved with the whole project.
Downstairs, dressed in my favorite figure-hugging white dress and my black blazer, I take one last sip of my coffee before I grab my work bag and head for the door. I’ve said goodbye to the twins, I’ve had a very quick breakfast, and now I’m ready to get to that meeting.
Josiah is waiting for me at the door.
“Ready?” he asks, pushing it open for me.
“Um, yes?” I say, noticing that my driver isn’t out front. “What’s going on?”
“After this weekend’s event, our marriage is no longer a secret. Therefore, you no longer have to take a separate car to the office,” he informs me.
“But…” I stammer, not sure I'm ready for this.
“But?” he asks, pulling the passenger side door open for me and waiting patiently.
I shake my head and climb inside.
“Does everyone really know?” I ask as he starts the engine.
“They do. And those that don’t know, well. They'll tell the rest of the building before people have managed to finish their first cup of coffee,” he muses.
I chew at my bottom lip, wondering how this is going to affect everything.
I get along so well with the team at work. But that was before they had a chance to make horrible assumptions about why and how I got the job.
Will this cause issues? Is this going to make it harder for me to work with them?
“You’re quiet this morning,” Josiah says halfway through the drive.
“Just thinking,” I say softly.
“About the meeting?”
“Yes,” I say quickly.
