Layla's POV
A month passed by quietly after Caleb flew back to America. He still called sometimes, checking in on me with his usual calm. But every time , I kept my answers short. I wasn't trying to be cold, I was just confused. About how I was starting to feel... about him.
That Sunday evening, the gold sun settles across the pool. I sat by the edge with a chilled glass of squeezed juice, my legs stretched out, my eyes were fixed on the slow moving water.
Naomi wad was splashing loudly on the other side , laughing like she owned the world.
"You should come in, girl! The water is perfect and the baby would love it. " Naomi called out.
"I'm fine." I replied, swirling the juice lightly. "Just... watching."
"Watching what? Watching as I live your life for you?" She teased and fill
