Kelly’s eyes roamed over the shopping list
and back to her cart, double checking that she had everything
she needed. Walking towards the check out she joined what she deemed
the shortest line. As she greeted the cashier, her iPhone began
ringing. Upon seeing the caller her eyebrows furrowed in
confusion. It was Tremaine, a patient of hers. She had several
clients that utilized the fact that she gave out her phone number, but he had
never been one of them so seeing his number worried her. Sliding the
accept button she placed the phone to her ear.
His voice came out panicked and fast that
Kelly couldn’t make out his words.
“Tremaine, slow down. Take a deep breath and talk
She heard him do exactly as requested before
he spoke up, “Doc, I need to see you. I fucked up big time.”
She didn’t want to make him anymore angst than he
already was. "Can you FaceTime me or do you need to meet in
“In person. I’m nowhere near the office. I’m
actually over in the Hills.”
“Okay, I’m out right now, but should be home
shortly. I’m going to text you my address and you can meet me there. I have a
home office that hardly gets used.”
“Thank you Doc.”
“Tremaine, I’m sure whatever you did isn’t as bad
as you think it is. I’ll see you soon.”
Our flower garden’s inspired a new crochet pattern! Today I’m busy editing pattern details and weaving in ends. A few more colorful blooms to stitch by the evening, and then I can hand things over to my DH and partner, so he can work his magic. Just another day at Trellis & Thyme HQ. :)
Infinite Chances | A Trey Songz & Kelly Rowland Short
“Damn,” I muttered as snowflakes hit my windshield.
They’d been talking about a possible snow storm the last few days and although it had been colder than usual I took their warning with a grain of salt. Clearly the weather man had been right about something because it was snowing and sticking to the streets. The windshield wipers on my Range Rover automatically kicked in as I continued to drive. I was hoping I could get to my baby boy before this weather picked up and got worse. I just wanted to bring him home so we could enjoy our weekend together.
Trey was the father to my six year old son, Aiden. At one point in time Trey and I use to be together, but things turned sour and since then we’ve been co-parenting. We managed to do a great job, but I hated the dynamic and I didn’t know if it was for Aiden’s sake or myself. I knew there was a part of me that still loved Trey. Hell, there would always be a part of me that loved that man. He’d given me the best gift in the world, my son.