A Summer To Remember: Novella (Lost Love Book 1) by C.L. Richards Read Free Book Online

shrug while pulling away from him and make my way into the kitchen. I leave Xavier remaining in the room, with a puzzled expression.
     
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    Having Xavier holding my hand every night, helps to keep my bad dreams under control. He sneaks into my room when everybody resigns to their rooms, I watch the door handle for his arrival. My stomach does somersaults, excited for my hand in be interlaced with his. Every night he hums the same tune, I have no idea what it is yet it presents me a feeling of peace.
    "What's the name of the tune you continue to grace me with?" He's reluctant to answer. His forehead wrinkles, "my mother used to sing it to me when I was a child." Is the only reply given, I let it drop, not wanting to push him any further.
    He's taking considerably longer to arrive tonight, I wonder if he’s changed his mind. Maybe it’s for the best, I shouldn’t be relying on him with me being pregnant. Also, I have a difficult day tomorrow. Almost certain I will be an emotional wreck.  
    "Izzy, wake up beautiful."
    "Josh, Is that you?" Cupping my face, his fingertips gently caressing my face. "It's me, gorgeous." I step back. "What's going on? Why are you moving away from me? It's that kid isn't it." Shaking my head, tears well in my eyes. “Are you cheating on me with that boy?”
    My hands tremble, Am I cheating on him for liking another person. Giving up on sleep, I climb out of bed and pull on a pair of jeans or attempt to. I can't do them up, I attempt to breathe in but it's no use. Instead, I stroll over to the full-length mirror and turning, so my side is facing the mirror. Moonlight shines through the window, illuminating my figure. A little bump is starting to appear. Placing my hands on either side of my growing belly, I begin conversing with my bump. Mummy, adores you, little one. Feeling bittersweet, I wish Josh was here, sharing this extraordinary moment with me. I go in search of food, the morning sickness has stopped. I'm beginning to feel somewhat better in myself. I grab a cereal bar while in the midst of making a flask of hot chocolate. I climb into the car, needing to feel close to Josh. The trip to the graveyard seems to take an entity. I'm not sure why the sudden feeling to be near him, maybe it's because of the dream. Taking an unsteady step towards his grave. I discover myself thinking about all the fun times we spent together. No one can replace Josh, he was my first love. The one individual who has my heart. 
    "Hey Josh, you know I dreamt of you last night. It was very upsetting. I would never cheat on you. You know that right?! I could never cheat on your memory. My heart belongs to you Josh, you've had my heart since you wormed your way into my personal space. I'm sorry. I know I messed up. I should've never listened to my parents. You were always more important even in the end, although I didn't show it. I will regret the decision I made for the rest of my life. I hope you are looking down on us. A bump is starting to develop. I have a scan booked for just over a week's time, do you think it would be a good idea to find out the sex of our baby?"
    I spend the rest of the morning endlessly, chatting away lost in my own bubble. “I'm having dinner with your mother this evening. I'm kinda feeling stressed. Not knowing makes me nervous. Is she going to blame me for your death? I deserve the blame, I know I do, yet I'm not certain, how I will feel hearing it from someone important to you.” The sound of footsteps approaching, gains my attention.
      "I gathered, you would be here," Kyle asks while drawing closer me. "“I’m worried about you. Are you okay? I mean really okay, none of this horse crap about being fine. I can see through your lies." Strolling over to the bench not far from Josh's grave. I lay all my trouble and worries onto Kyle, not leaving anything out. From the fact, I'm frightened about having dinner with Josh's mom. To being scared about the pregnancy and being alone.