A Complicated Love (Complicated Love #1) by D. M Midgley Read Free Book Online Page A

me by my name. I stand facing the door as I’m too scared to look at him. “This is all a lot to take in… just give me time, please?”
    I nod my head and return to my office.

 
    I don’t hear from Joshua for the rest of the week. I’m so angry at the way he spoke to me.
    How could he imply that it was my fault?
    It takes two to make a baby. I’m sitting in my living room with my feet up on the coffee table watching a God awful film that I don’t even know the name of. I have my spoon buried in a tube of ‘Ben and Jerry’s.’ Ice cream always makes stressful situations that much easier to deal with. Tracy comes bouncing into the living room.
    “Hey, can I borrow that purple dress you have that you never wear? Pleassse?” She puts her palms together as if she’s praying.
    “Sure… it’s… in my wardrobe,” I say while shoveling ice cream into my mouth. “Where are you going anyway?” I see she has makeup plastered on her face.
    “I have this work function tonight.” She bounces down the hall to my room where I can hear her rustling through my wardrobe. I haven’t told her about the baby yet. I don’t know how. She’s been so busy lately, and she leaves for Los Angeles in one week’s time.
    “Right, I’m out of here. Have a nice night.” She rushes to the front door and as she opens  it, Joshua is standing there with his hand raised as if ready to knock.
    “Um… hi. Is Annabelle in?” Tracy looks over her shoulder at me.
    “Yep, she is, come in. Annabelle it’s for you,” she sings songs and winks at me before walking out the door.
    Oh God, Joshua’s here?
    I rush to the kitchen and dump the tub of ‘Ben and Jerry’s’ in the sink. I look down at myself and cringe. I’m wearing black, baggy lounge trousers and a white tank top with no bra. I haven’t even brushed my hair. I look terrible. Well, there’s not much I can do about it now, so I casually walk back into the living room to see Joshua seated on the sofa with his elbows on his knees, staring straight ahead. He looks like he hasn’t slept and he looks deep in thought. He’s wearing dark blue jeans and a light blue T-shirt with some sort of design on the front I can’t make out. Taking a deep breath, I go over and sit in the armchair across from him. I don’t say anything as I’m not sure what to say.
    Maybe he’s here to tell me he doesn’t want the baby?
    “I’m sorry I haven’t been in touch with you sooner. I just needed a bit of time. I apologize for being so harsh when I found out. It was uncalled for, and I shouldn’t have been so rude.” He looks over at me and I’m happy to see his eyes are not as cold as they once were toward me.
    “It’s okay. I know it was a lot to take in, given we hardly know each other.” He laughs and shakes his head.
    “Yea.” He frowns. “How are you feeling? Have you got a doctor’s appointment?”
    “I’m feeling much better. My appetite is back and I haven’t been sick in a few days. I haven’t made an appointment yet, but I will make one for this week. Would you like to come with me?” I nervously play with my fingers in my lap while I wait for his reply.
    “I would like to, yes. Hand me your mobile.” I grab my mobile of the coffee table and pass it to him. He types something in and seconds later his mobile rings. He passes it back.
    “I’ve programmed my mobile number in and rang mine. I have your number now for whenever you need me or have an appointment. Send me a text and I will be there.” He smiles a real smile… finally a real smile and it’s directed at me. He’s being so good about this and I’m happy it’s going this well.
    Maybe this could be a turning point for us?
    “Okay, well, I have to go meet Tammy, so I’ll give you a call later to see how you are?” My good feeling plummets.
    He’s going to meet Tammy!
    I’m consumed with jealousy that he’s going to meet her.
    But then I have to remind myself that he isn’t mine. He shrugs on