What’s your gut say?
Kate
That he’s not coming this weekend.
Chelsi
He wouldn’t do that.
He can’t miss his own engagement party. That would be…
Kate
Devastating. Humiliating.
Chelsi
Yeah. All of those things. I really hope you’re wrong.
Kate
Me too.
Chelsi
Call him. Find out for sure.
Kate
I’m going to call him when he’s not at work. I’ll let you know what I find out.
Chelsi
Call me if you need to talk.
Kate
Okay.
Chelsi
Can’t wait to give you a big hug this weekend.
Kate
Ditto.
I slump back on the couch, ignoring the calendar notification reminding me I have another meeting in ten minutes. That’s all the time I have to freak out about what the flower shop inside my living room means before I have to shove the emotional hurricane inside me down into my already full box. Force down the waves of nausea rolling through me until I’m done with work for the day and can talk to Brian. Find out the truth about what’s going on, and hope my gut instinct is drastically wrong.
Deep breaths. Don’t freak out. Give him a chance to explain why he sent so many flowers. He’s probably looking forward to this weekend as much as you are. That’s my current mantra as I wait for Brian to finish his last meeting and call me. Desperately wanting to believe that my panic about the flowers and everything else is wrong.
I flinch when Brian’s FaceTime call comes through on my laptop, ready to get this conversation over with and wanting to avoid it at the same time. I let out an exhale and sit straight, taking a few seconds to compose myself before answering the call.
“Hey, beautiful. It’s so good to see you,” Brian says, leaning back in his office chair. “How was your day?”
“Long. Lots of meetings. And an unexpected delivery,” I reply, biting the corner of my lower lip.
He chuckles, flashing me a heartwarming smile that still makes me melt. “I take it you got my flowers.” He arches his eyebrows, keeping his focus on me.
