A war had set up place inside my head.
Stay with Beau and be deliriously happy.
Or, give him up and let his entire family have a chance at their own happily ever after.
Pictures of them all at the park kept playing in my brain on a continuous loop, like the perfect vision of a happy family.
Something I’d never had.
But always wanted.
Something I’d bet my bottom dollar Carson and Cooper both wanted.
A stable family.
Two parents together in one household.
Maybe Sienna was right.
Maybe I was the only thing standing in their way.
That thought made me more than queasy.
While Sienna had definitely rubbed me the wrong way, the pictures and video of Beau hugging her in the park spoke pretty loudly. And the fact that they’d had some kind of relationship—albeit years ago—showed Beau had liked her well enough back then.
It wouldn’t be inconceivable to think that they’d get back together.
“If you need to take the rest of the day off, go.”
I shook my head vehemently and put my helmet back on my screaming head. “No, I’m good. I’ll pick it up, I promise.”
Then I skated off before she could kick me out.
“Are you sure?Beau told me he was going to drive you home?” Jillian asked as she bumped me in the arm.
We were currently on our way out of the facility. I was trying to hustle her out, but she kept insisting that I go home with Beau.
Somehow, I’d made it to the end of the day without having any contact with him. At lunch, Beau’d texted to see if I wanted to go ‘home for a quick bite’. That was our code for a nooner.
And I very much had wanted to do that.
But my conscience had been working overtime this morning.
“No, I’ve got a bad headache. I’m going to rest in the locker room,” was all I’d texted before muting his texts.
It wasn’t a lie. My stupid head was throbbing like crazy, so I made a makeshift bed on the bench and closed my eyes for an hour.
Incidentally, it hadn’t helped one bit.
To say the afternoon was tedious torture would be an understatement.
I knew if I ate something, I’d likely feel a whole lot better. The problem was, I also felt sick to my stomach. If I downed a protein bar, I was fairly sure it would find it’s way back up.
Breakfast was important to me, but after Sienna’s visit, I couldn’t eat.
And, I’d barely had anything to drink all day, which also wasn’t smart.
It just couldn’t be helped.