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Me: *Crying emoji*
Megan: I can’t wait to be an aunt!
Megan: *gif of man throwing glitter in the air*
Megan: But seriously. We’re all here for you. I don’t know what’s going on with you and my brother, but he seems to be…happy. It’s unexpected, but I’m ecstatic for him. He’s a great man, especially if lets himself be happy.
Me: I don’t exactly know where we are either. But things are good between us. And he is a great man.
Me: I’m just overwhelmed. There’s so much to do and so little time to do it.
Me: Every week when Nate tells me how big the baby is, I can’t help but wonder what he or she will look like. I’m DYING to know!!!
Megan: ME TOO!!!!
Me: There’s a hospital tour I read about that I’d like us to take. Think Nate will go with me?
Megan: You won’t know unless you ask him.
Me: You’re right. I love you, Megan. Thanks for being here for me. You’re going to be an amazing aunt! *heart eyes emoji*
Megan: You made me cry, bitch. I love you too. You’re the sister I never had.
Megan: It’s getting late. Go rest before you make my brother crazy.
Me: See you Saturday! Night! *sleeping emoji*
Me: Night! *heart emoji*
SEVENTEEN
charley
The following Saturday,I’m in the office, finishing up paperwork on the bridal shower I just wrapped up.
But my mind is elsewhere.
In Seattle, Washington to be precise.
I miss the hell out of Nate. Work has kept me occupied, but he’s never far from my mind.
We talk or text every day and the first thing he asks is how I’m feeling. We’ve become friends, though our conversations do tend to have a flirty tone to them.
I would have never expected Iceman Gentry to be a flirt, but the man knows how to make a girl swoon.
Every night, I’m glued to the TV, watching any bit of All-Star game coverage I can find just so I can hear his voice.
The announcement of his impending fatherhood makes its way through the mainstream media outlets. As promised, his official release called me by name and that I was from Atlanta, but that was it. They didn’t even have a picture of me.
I’m thankful for that.
Though, I thought I saw a guy the other day with a camera aimed at me, but when I looked again, he was gone.
I think I’m a bit paranoid.
There’s all sorts of speculation about me. Some are harmless, like I’m an old high school flame—funny given our age difference—but some of it is disgusting, calling me a money-hungry call girl he met at an orgy.
After that, I stopped looking at social media and the Internet.
