Almara
After my embarrassing break down at Noah’s, he had insisted on going to the gallery with me as well. He’d been glued to my side the entire time, never leaving me alone for even a second. What was it with the men in my life suddenly treating me like I was some fragile, delicate creature? I didn’t think being pregnant made me that vulnerable.
What’s even worse, is that he put himself in charge of escorting me home as well. I told him it wasn’t a good idea. I could only imagine what Arthur would do if I came back with Noah in tow. He barely tolerated me being around Noah at work.
Kaylee had broken her usual stoic silence to put her two cents in. She didn’t think it was a good idea either.
But Noah wouldn’t hear it. So here we were. Me, Kaylee and Noah, walking up the steps to Ar
