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What if…

His comment made me think about his parent’s divorce when he was a kid. Something about it pulled at my subconscious mind, like I knew more about it than I thought I did.

Shaking my head, I touched his hand for the first time in weeks. “You need to make the decision that’s best for you. Abby and I… we’ll survive without you.”

“But…” he trailed off, finally gazing at me with his heart in his eyes. “I don’t want you to survive without me.”

Chapter 24: Grant

“One macaroni and cheese just like you ordered.” Placing the bowl in front of Abby, I rejoiced in the happy giggle she gave me.

“Thank you,” she said, immediately reaching for her spoon and taking a bite.

“You’re welcome, sweetness.” I stood still for a few seconds and watched her devour the bowl of disgustingly good pasta.

When I was her age, I loved the stuff too. Hell, sometimes I still had a craving for boxed macaroni and cheese.

Grabbing an apple, I sat down next to her at the small table in my apartment. Jessica finally relented about giving me some time alone with our daughter. I didn’t think she would allow Abby and I to spend an entire afternoon without her. But with the mention of me not knowing how much time I had left with Abby, she gave in.

Although, I regretted the sadness that coated her eyes after saying that, but whether we liked it, it was the truth.

I was nowhere close to deciding about my future.

My father was pressuring me, and so was the Chief of Surgery at the hospital that wanted me. Besides telling Jess, no one at work knew about this opportunity. Many of them would kill to have such a chance, and here I was in two minds about taking it.

Except, they weren’t in my shoes. They didn’t know what I would give up if I took the job, or even if I stayed.

I was being pulled into two completely different directions.

But a choice had to be made soon. Hopefully, I would have figured my shit out by that time.

“Grant?” Abby called.

“Mm?”

“How do you get a squirrel to like you?”

We’d been telling each other jokes for most of our time together. Every minute I spent with Abby, I was shocked to see how well-spoken she was for a child her age. Though, I guessed that came from her mother being a teacher.

“Let’s see.” I pretended to think really hard about it. “I don’t know. How?”

“You act like a nut!” She bursted out laughing, some pieces of chewed food flying out of her mouth.

“Remember, we need to swallowallour food before we talk,” I told her and used a napkin to clean up her mess.

“Sorry!”

“It’s okay for this time. Next time, though, the boogie monster might come and get you.” I tickled her side and laughed at the way Abby squirmed in her seat.

Another thing I had learned about her—she was extremely ticklish.

“Stop!” Abby laughed.

“Never!” Using both my hands, I tickled both sides of her until she was in a laughing fit.

We’re interrupted by a knock at the door. Abby still had some giggles left in her while I stood up and said, “Stay here and finish your food, okay?”

“Okay.”

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