“Why did you choose today to come see me?” I ask, curious.
“Because Matt is a grouchy ass, and after two weeks, I figured you needed a nudge.”
I giggle and nod. “I have some thinking to do, but I’ll go talk to him soon.”
“Good. Now, about those cupcakes.”
“Here, let me box some up for you.”
***
“Thank you, dear. Good luck.”
Gail nods and walks down the block, carrying her box of cupcakes.
I take a deep breath and lock the door, then set about cleaning up for the day, letting my mind wander.
She’s right. I don’t have to give birth to children for them to be mine. Why hadn’t I ever thought of it before?
And then I remember.
Because my whole life, it was drilled into me by my parents and doctors: You’ll never have children.
But maybe, just maybe, someday, I might.
I grin and jump when my phone vibrates in my pocket.
“Hello?”
“Hey, gorgeous.”
“Ben!” I grin and climb the stairs to my apartment, happy to hear from my old friend. “How are you?”
“I’m great. I’m in Seattle for the week. Have dinner with me tonight.” His voice is warm and familiar, and I realize I’ve missed him like crazy.
“I would love that. What time?”
“I can head your way now.”
“I’ll be ready.”
Ben was my boyfriend in my early twenties when I still lived back home. I was overweight and not taking care of myself, and the handsome personal trainer had loved me anyway, and helped me get healthy.
Not because he didn’t like me the way I was, but because he wanted me to be healthy and whole, and I’d loved him for that.
Ben was my first love.
And now he’s one of my best friends.
I fix my hair and makeup and change into a lacy pink tank top with a flowy white skirt and sandals, and when I pull the door open for him, he scoops me into his arms and turns a circle in my living room.
“You look wonderful!” I exclaim and kiss his cheek as he sets me back on my feet.
“You look…hungry.” He laughs. “And beautiful, as always.”
“I am hungry. Feed me, please.”
“My pleasure. Mexican?”
“Mmm…yes.” We jog down my steps and walk up the block to one of our favorite Mexican places in Seattle. “What are you in town for?”
“A job interview.”
“You’re moving here?” I ask excitedly.
“Hoping to, yes. I’m never going to do more with my career back home. We both know that.”
“You should have warned me that you were coming.” I smack his arm playfully as the hostess seats us in a booth against the wall. Someone else drops off chips, salsa and water, and I greedily dig in.
“You haven’t lost your appetite,” he observes drily.
“Never,” I agree and grin. “Seriously, why didn’t you give me a heads-up?”
“I thought I’d surprise you.” His hazel eyes are happy as he smiles at me. “How have you been?”
“Meh,” I reply and shrug, feeling much better now that I’ve had the encouraging talk with Gail and am now having dinner with my dear friend.
“Explain the meh.”
“Oh, it’s a long, drama-filled story.”
“The best kind.” Ben winks and pops a chip in his mouth.
I tilt my head and watch him. He’s not just handsome, although with his muscles for days, light hazel eyes and square jaw, he’s certainly one hot number. Ben is a beautiful man, inside and out.
“You’re a good person, Benjamin.”
“Uh, don’t say that, Nic. That only leads to ‘but,’ and we broke up a long time ago.”
I toss my head back and laugh hard, then throw a chip at him. “Don’t be a douche. I was paying you a compliment.”
“I see that you’ve kept up with your workouts. You look great.” He tilts his head, watching me closely. “But I know you, and you have circles under your eyes, so spill it.”
I sigh and lean my chin in my hand. “I’m an idiot.”
“Agreed.”
“You’re a jerk.”
“Typically, yes.”
I laugh again and shake my head. “Stop it. You are not. There is a guy.”
“Do I want to know this?” His handsome face cringes. “I mean, I know we’re just good friends, but I don’t think you’re supposed to know who your ex-girlfriend is sleeping with. It’s weird.”
“How do you know I’m sleeping with him?”
“Are you?”
“Yeah.”
“Now I know.”
“Jealous?” I ask with a raised brow.
He sits back and actually thinks about it, surprising me. I expected a witty comeback, but instead he just answers honestly.
“Not jealous in the way I would have been five years ago, but worried because you mean a lot to me and I don’t want to have to kill him for hurting you.”
“I hurt him, Ben.” I sigh and push my fingers through my short hair.
“I like the haircut, by the way.”
“Oh, thanks. It was time for a change.” I take another bite of chip. “Anyway, I fell hard and fast for him. He’s a great guy. A cop.” I tell him all about Matt and his family, how we met, everything. And it feels good because I haven’t been able to tell anyone everything about my relationship with Matt, and I know that Ben won’t judge me.
“So, aside from the kinky sex, which sounds like a lot of fun to me, but makes me very uncomfortable in relation to you”—he cringes again—“he sounds like a solid guy.”
“He is.”
“So what’s the issue?”
“I broke up with him.”
“Why?”
I bite my lip and stare at the half-eaten basket of chips.
“Nicole…” Ben lowers his head to catch my gaze. “Why?”
“I thought he deserved better than me,” I whisper. “With my medical stuff and everything.”
Ben’s brow creases in surprise. “Nic, I’ve been around the block a time or two, and I’m telling you right now, there are few better than you.”
My jaw drops in surprise. “If you propose right now, I’m going to throw this margarita in your face.”
He laughs and shakes his head. “My girlfriend might have an issue with that.”