His Wife's Secret

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

“Let’s send in Allison. She’s the most professional of all of the women.” I suggest.

“If that’s what you want…” she shrugs her shoulders.

I grab my laptop off the back seat and check on things.

“It seems like we’ll have our work cut out for us…” I comment.

I show her the screen.

she makes a sound in the back of her throat. She glares at the screen. “We don’t work miracles dude…” she says.

“I’ll send him an email explaining how he’ll need to stop with this. I can’t clean his image if he keeps meeting with new women every day…” I tell her, turning my laptop back to me. I begin typing out the tasks I’m handing over to her and the rest of my team.

“I’ve sent you an email I need from you and the team this week. I’ll try to get the rest done myself. I won’t be able to go out into the field while he is home…” I tell her.

She nods. “Yes, I know…” she clears her throat. “So how are things going between the two of you?” she asks.

I frown. “What do you mean?” I ask her.

“Are the two of you staying together or are you still to shy to string together two words around the man?” she asks.

"Nice" I said softly rolling my eyes. “No, I speak… Honestly, I don’t know what’s going on or how long he is staying. He’s speaking about having another child and I don’t know I wasn’t expecting that…” I confess.

She looks at me like I’ve grown two heads. “Doesn’t that mean he’s fallen for you?” he asks.

I shake my head. “I don’t know. He said it was for Kira. But when he’s deployed again, I’ll be home alone with a baby and a daughter. It’s something I need to think through…” I tell her. “I don’t believe he has actually fallen for me…” I add.

“Come on Liv don’t be like that. You’re an amazing woman, you’re thriving in your career, helping not only women who can’t themselves, but helping rid the world of selfish bastards.” She comments.

I roll my eyes. “A career he can never find out about.” I remind her.

“Come on you’ve got so many good qualities I’m sure David has fallen for you charm…”

I give her a blank stare. “You do know that we haven’t been together long enough for him to fall for anything. He hasn’t spent time with me alone. Most of it is spent with Kira being with us.” I tell her.

“Come on. He wants to sleep with you and now he’s going to use the excuse of wanting to give more children for Kira. This is the second child; you always have to try harder for this one…” Carla comments.

I turn away from her.

I was exhausted, I barely got any sleep since he dropped the bomb of wanting more children. With me… I try not to read too much into it. I try not to get my hopes up. But I’m a hopeless romantic. I try to tell myself; I don’t want the whole picket fence and I loving family. But a part of me still wants that. Still craves that.

That’s the least of my worries right now. I told myself I wouldn’t work with Jacob Herrington but here I was. If David was really introducing Kira and I to his family, then there’s no way I could meet with him.

“Have Western meet with Jacob. I can’t meet with him…” I tell Carla changing the subject to work. A subject I was more comfortable with.

She nods. “If you think that would work?” she asks.

“Don’t worry I’ll be in her ear the entire time. I’ll read him…” I tell her.

She nods.

“I need to get going…” I tell her.

She nods.

…

Later that evening after our hike we walk into a restaurant to eat. I didn’t like Kira eating food from street vendors, most of the foods were too oily for her. I know it sounds like I’m being a helicopter mom, but she’s got severe dietary needs. Most of the foods I cook can’t contain any oil. She’s got a sensitive stomach, anytime she’d eat anything with oil in, she’d be friends with the toilet for a week.

While we sit and look through the menu, I’m already checking with would be safe for her to eat. “Are you feeling for chicken or meat sweety?” I ask.

Kira looks up from her menu her eyes darting to me in a panic. “Can I eat it?” she asks.

“The meat is made on a fire and so is the chicken. It’s safe…” I checked out the reviews before I agreed to let her come here.

David looks over at me confused.

“It’s the oil. She’s had her oil intake for the day this morning. She can’t have more now. She’s worried it would make her sick…” I explain.

It’s something that cropped up while he was away.

He looked at me and asked "What? Is she allergic or something because she didn’t tell me… I didn’t know…”

"No, it’s just Kira’s got a sensitive stomach, she can’t eat certain foods, things that are spicy, or contain oil." I explain.

“Oh, I’m sorry… I didn’t know…”

I place my hand over his and look at Kira. “So, what do you want?” I ask her.

I take my hand off David’s hand.

She scrunches up her nose as she thinks. “I think I want meat…” she tells me.

I nod, mentally noting we would be having chicken for supper. I needed to remember to take out the chicken when we got home.

Once we all decided we ordered our lunch.

"Did you have a good day?" David asks Kira.

She nods happily. “Yes. I love us spending time to together as a family. My friends are always telling me how they went to Disney and family trips with their moms and dads.” She says excitedly.

“Then we should definitely go on a vacation together before I’m deployed again…” David says.

That reminds me. He never said when he was going back. How long was he going to stay this time?

"Can we really daddy?" she asks

He nods. “Of course we can bunny. We can do whatever you want to do. With string break in a few weeks, it would be great to do something together as a family. If your come and get off work of course…” he looks over at me.

I don’t say anything other than nod my head absentmindedly. Problem was I had to work. There were so many projects that needed my attention, plus projects I was interested in.

It’s not like I could come out and tell him no. What if he ever offered to give me a lift to work or is around long enough to realize my job isn’t normal.

My inner self panicked more than I should have…

I was panicking over what ifs. It wasn’t like me. Then again when it came to David, I was never myself. I was in love with David. He was perfect. He was thirty-eight years old but still looked like he was in his twenties. He wasn’t greying, he was fit and lean.

He was perfect. Whereas at twenty-six years old, I looked like a child. Life was unfair. I looked like Kira was my sister and not daughter. Many believe I was a mom at fifteen and her dad ran away from responsibility.

While I did have Kira young, I wasn’t that young, and David didn’t run away from his responsibilities he was away a lot for work. I didn’t complain, because he was in the navy long before he even met me.