Ezra
My alarm goes off, and I stretch my arm to touch Amelia. Then I remember she isn’t there. I open my eyes and stare at the empty side of the bed, wishing my pregnant fiancée was beside me. It’s been four months since her father’s heart attack, and she has been home helping her family. I tried to stay with her, but commuting to work was too much. So here I am in the penthouse alone most days without my family.
Sighing, I roll out of bed and trudge into the bathroom. I stare at my face as my facial hair is getting too long but I don’t feel like shaving it. “I’m the boss,” I mutter as I wash my face and do my business. I sit on the edge of the bed and grab my phone. I dial her number.
“Hello,” Her sweet voice answers.
“Hello, my beautiful,” I respond as I do every morning.
“Hi, baby,
