I don’t know what to make of David’s sudden move in and find myself feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. He has driven me to work since I wasn’t having the best morning with my stomach doing somersaults from the minute I bit into the cinnabun.
He checks in via text by midday and I smile at the sweet gesture. I start to daydream of a life with David, Hope and the baby. My imagination gets carried away and I try to focus on the work on my desk instead.
How could I even imagine a baby as part of the equation? Images of diapers, bottles and all sorts of baby paraphernalia fill my mind. I decide to get out of the office for lunch and drift aimlessly down the sidewalk until I smell the scent of freshly baked bread.
Its coming from a little deli just a block away from my offic
