Their New Beginning (Oh Captain, My Captain #5) by Lindsay Paige, Mary Smith, Rebecca Cartee Read Free Book Online Page A

happened to us? As I change and lay in bed, my heart aches.
    I hate where we are, the things that happened to put us here, and I hate that I want to sleep in a different place than Avery. Hell, I even hate that I miss her. That’s not how I should feel about my wife, but I do. For a while, I debate texting her back. Eventually, I do, keeping up with the one-word trend we have going.
    Me: Thanks.
     
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    After the second road game, I’m lying in hotel room, feeling lonely. Being away from home has never really been a problem for me. It’s always been a part of the job, so I don’t really mind it. Yet today, I’m battling with myself about wishing I was home with Avery and not wanting to be anywhere near her.
    I’ve been thinking more about how she said I treated her like my accountant and scheduler; the evidence is in these texts. That’s something small I can change. Besides, if we do end up getting a divorce, it’s not as if Avery would still do it. Either I need to do it myself or hire an assistant.
    I’ve never wished that I didn’t have my job. I’ve always loved what I do. Maybe I’m not cut out to do both. Maybe Avery isn’t cut out to handle both. Maybe we shouldn’t have gotten married in the first place. It did happen pretty quickly. What if we were so in love with the new relationship that we jumped into a marriage when we shouldn’t have? Sighing, I dismiss those thoughts. We had a good marriage before, so we were doing something right. Somehow, we have to get over this. Somehow, I have to decide if I can get over it, if I want to.
    The days are long until I head back in Vegas. When I get home, everything looks the same, not that I expected any different. Our house doesn’t show any signs of the turmoil we’re going through unless you look in the guest bedroom and see a few of my things in there. I’m tired of the hotel, but there’s no way I’m staying in our bedroom.
    Today, I decide that it’s time for me to take care of my own life. I grab the laptop and sit at the table. I hate computers. They frustrate me to no end, and typing with one or two fingers doesn’t help. I go to check my email, something Avery did, and I’m thankful she automatically saved my password because I don’t remember it. When it pulls up, there’s only one unread message, and it was sent two minutes ago.
    A long breath passes through my lips as I see all the emails just from today that have been read. Avery must still be doing this. A bunch of them have been answered as well. As I scroll through all the emails, I realize that Avery has two full-time jobs. Her job at the hospital, which she is paid for, and then everything I ask her to do for me that she does with few complaints to me.
    Deciding to worry about the emails later, I go and get the desk calendar. Everything I have to do is penciled into the little blocks for each day, written in Avery’s handwriting. Taking over my own schedule is my first task. I think I can enter this into the calendar connected to my email and have reminders sent to my phone. Then Avery won’t have to remind me or keep up with it.
    Slowly, I start to enter things into the calendar and set reminders. There are about ten instances where I want to throw the laptop across the room because I hit the wrong thing. I want to do this myself. If all else fails, I can hire an assistant. I don’t want Avery doing it anymore.
    When she comes home, she stops short at seeing me hunched over the table, glancing back and forth between the calendar and the laptop.
    “What are you doing, Jax?”
    My body tenses as she steps closer to me. “I am trying to add everything to this online calendar, so it can remind me what’s on my schedule.”
    “Oh. Do you want help?”
    I shake my head. I can’t let her help when I’m trying to save her from having to do it altogether. “No, that’s okay.” She nods and is about to walk away when I stop her. “What’s my email password? I was going