Too lazy to work, I stared into the air, replaying what happened that night at the celebration. If I could just go back in time, I'd smack my own head and tell myself to act right.
I guess I just got sedated in the moment.
There were a lot of eyes on us, high expectations poured onto me—the highlight of the night.
And did I give them the right show? Did I give him the answer he was anticipating?
I caressed my five-month-old womb. I guess I did the right thing.
"Knock, knock?" someone uttered, showing up by the open door of my office with a bouquet of tulips and sunflowers hiding his face.
"Earth is closed, Mr. Blackwood. Come back when it's open," I shooed him, leaning back in my chair as I watched his sulky face revealed when he pulled the flowers down.
"Mood swings?" Valerian aske
