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CRAVING ISABELLA 204.
ISABELLA "Come on, baby... you can do it. Come to mama." I’m sitting cross-legged on the living room floor, arms stretched wide. Jayden stands a few feet away from me, wobbling like a tiny, confused drunk. His little fingers curl and uncurl at his sides, his balance questionable at best... but his eyes are locked on me. On me. “Yeah, that’s it,” I whisper, smiling so hard my cheeks hurt. This is not about the money. It's not everyday you get to see your baby walking toward you. “Just one step. You’ve got it.” He takes one. It’s clumsy and way too unsteady. But hey, it's a step. My breath keeps catching and stopping at my throat as I chant. “Oh my God... yes! Yes, baby, come on!” Another step. And then another. Each one braver than the last, even though his tiny legs look like they might betray him at any second. I can’t stop laughing now, my hands fluttering excitedly as I inch closer without actually moving. “Jayden, you’re doing it! You’re walking!” And then... my baby boy
CRAVING ISABELLA 203.
ISABELLAHis fork is filled with spaghetti but it's not in his damn mouth. He pauses, slowly setting his fork down like he's not sure he heard that right. His brows pull together just a little as he leans back, studying me. “Come again?” he says.I stare at him. Of course. Of course he’s going to do this. I narrow my eyes at him, already feeling a flicker of irritation because I know he wants me to say it again. So I do. “I said I’m sorry.”He tilts his head slightly, like he’s trying to catch a sound that slipped past him. “Huh. That’s crazy. I didn’t quite get that.”My jaw drops. “You’re kidding,” I say flatly.“I’m serious,” he shrugs, lips twitching at the corners. “Might need you to repeat it.”I stare at him for a long second, trying to decide if I want to throw my plate at his head or not.“You’re actually unbelievable.”“Maybe,” he nods. “But I still didn’t hear it.”I exhale sharply through my nose, pushing my chair back as I stand. “You’re such an ass.”That does it. He st
CRAVING ISABELLA 202.
ISABELLASomehow it's always me doing what's in my head. I get that now. Because even with Chloe insisting on my going to fix... Noah, I still didn't go. He left the house angry and now, Chloe is gone as well and the apartment feels... so empty and quiet. It's not the peaceful quiet. It's not even the quietness that's calm.It's just that quiet in a way that makes everything that I said earlier echo back at me. It sucks.I've been staring at the door for what? Five minutes? I've not been counting. I let out a long breath, dragging my hands over my face."Fix your man," I mutter under my breath.Easy for her to say. Still... she wasn't wrong. Ugh. I push myself off the couch and glance around the apartment likem I'm seeing something differently now... it's almost like I'm trying to look at it from Noah's side. Our space. Not just mine."Okay," I say out loud, clapping my hands once. "Fine. I'll... fix it."I don't exactly what she meant but I'm not texting, neither am I calling. I kno
CRAVING ISABELLA 201.
ISABELLA“So, you argued with Noah over something that petty?” Chloe asks, her mouth full with a large bowl of popcorn she has just made.I glare at her from across the couch. “Wow. Thank you. I feel so supported right now.”She shrugs, completely unbothered, popping another handful into her mouth. “I’m just saying… it sounds petty.”“It is not petty,” I insist, sitting up straighter. “He was acting like I needed permission to invite you over.”Chloe raises a brow. “Did he say permission?”“He said consideration,” I mimic, rolling my eyes. “Same difference.”“It’s really not,” she says, chewing thoughtfully.I scoff. “Whose side are you on?”“Yours,” she replies immediately. “Always yours. But I’m also not blind.”I fold my arms, already annoyed again. “Oh, here we go.”“No, listen.” She points a piece of popcorn at me like she’s about to give a lecture. “You live with the guy. You share a space. You inviting someone to stay... even me, your amazing, glowing, pregnant best friend... k
CRAVING ISABELLA 200.
ISABELLAThis is upsetting. It's genuinely upsetting when Noah acts like this. When he starts this... authoritative stuff and tries to go all macho on me. “Noah, I genuinely don’t understand why you’re upset.” I say, crossing my arms and leaning against the kitchen counter, watching him pace the floor.He stops abruptly, turning to me. “Because you didn’t think to tell me first.”Not this again. There's no big deal. At least that's what I think. “Tell you what?” I throw my hands up. “That I invited my best friend over? Wow, Isabella, what a crime.”“That’s not what I’m saying and you know it.”“Then what are you saying? Because from where I’m standing, you’re acting like I just did something completely out of line.”Noah exhales. “Chloe just got married, Isabella. She’s literally on her honeymoon.”“And?” I blink at him. “She’ll be back. I didn’t drag her out of it. I said after.”“She should be with her husband,” he insists.I let out a disbelieving laugh. “Oh my God. She is with he
CRAVING ISABELLA 199.
ISABELLAI tilt my head, studying him, a slow smirk creeping onto my lips. “Watch me.”Chase lets out a low whistle. “Damn. Someone grew a backbone.”“I’ve always had one,” I shoot back. “You just weren’t around to see it.”That lands. I see it in the way his expression shifts... just for a second.“Yeah,” he murmurs. “Guess I missed a lot.”I clear my throat, suddenly aware of how close we’re standing. “So… dinner. Are you in or are you going to keep acting like I need permission from Noah? Someone would think you're scared."He huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. “I’m in. Obviously. Free food is free food.”“You’re paying,” I remind him.“Right. Worst deal ever.”Before I can respond, my phone vibrates in my hand. Right. Noah. Of course. I almost forgot. Chase’s eyes flick down to the screen, then back up to me, one brow raised. “Speak of the devil.”I roll my eyes, but my stomach does this annoying flip. “Relax.”“Am I?” he says lightly. “Or are you?”I ignore that and answer the
CRAVING ISABELLA 08.
NOAH The dark-haired, grey-green-eyed woman sitting in the passenger seat beside me looks absolutely pathetic. Why? Why does she look like guilt is eating her up just after saying the damned words that we both know are nothing but the truth? She calls me out, hits me where she thinks it hurt
CRAVING ISABELLA 07.
ISABELLA I slam back into the seat, still trying to regulate my breathing. My heart is hammering from the mix of humiliation and anger. I yank the seatbelt across my chest aggressively, partly to keep myself from opening the damn door and barrel-rolling out of this moving car. Noah glances at
CRAVING ISABELLA 06.
ISABELLA I keep walking, the stinging heat on my cheek still painful. My chest heaves with every step. I pull out my phone again, my thumb hovering over Hardin. "Come on, babe, pick up, pick up," I mumble, my voice rough from crying. I hit the call button for the eighth time. Dialing. The line
CRAVING ISABELLA 05.
ISABELLA I wake up the next morning feeling heavy, like I hadn't slept at all. The memory of handing over the last dollar to my dad is a dull ache in my chest. I can't face Hardin yet. I need a plan. I drag myself out of bed around eleven. The house is quiet, which usually means one of two thin
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