They Want Me Back When It's Too Late (Jessica and Brian) novel Chapter 91

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Stella scoffed. “Stop spouting nonsense. Don’t fill her head with that at home. Just let her decide.” She had always given Jessica plenty of freedom to make her own choices since Jessica was little.

Still, she couldn’t help worrying–especially about Jacob, Grandmothers always had a soft spot for their grandkids.

Meanwhile, at Atkinson Villa, Jacob perched on the front steps, craning his neck as he waited for Brian to return. He was desperate for them to sneak off and see Jessica together.

Sylvie finished cooking dinner, but Brian still hadn’t come back. Jacob tried calling him several times, only to be met with silence on the other end.

Finally, Sylvie got a call from Brian. He said he had to work and asked her to look after Jacob.

Aher Sylvie managed to get Jacob to eat his dinner and led him upstairs for bed, he suddenly blurted out, “Sylvie, Mom keeps throwing up mean she’s having a baby?”

He and Brian had been tailing Jessica in secret. Even though Brian never mentioned Jessica being pregnant, Jacob had seen her dash to the bathroom, hand over her mouth, more than once. And every time, Brian looked terrified.

“Seriously? Mrs. Atkinson’s pregnant?” Sylvie gasped, then furrowed her brow. “But if she is, why’s she talking divorce?”

Jacob scowled. Sylvie didn’t have the answers any more than he did. He wondered, “Does a baby really mean Mom and Dad won’t split up?” A light bulb went off in Jacob’s young mind.

The next morning, hunger pangs woke Jessica up. She’d vomited so much the night before that she’d slept straight through till dawn.

For a split second after opening her eyes, she felt disoriented, Staring at the room she’d lived in years ago, it was ke she’d traveled back seven years.

She thought, ‘What if I actually have traveled back seven years.

The moment she opened the bedroom door and stepped out, Brian shot up from the living room couch and headed straight for her. “Hey, sleepyhead. Bet you’re starving

“Go freshen up. Breakfast is ready.” He stopped inches away, his eyes scanning her face with obvious concern.

Jessica’s lips pressed together. The clothes Brian wore were the same ones from yesterday. Looked like he’d stayed there last night, no shower, no change of clothes.

She tamped down the strange flutter in her chest and brushed past him with an indifferent expression, making a beeline for the bathroom.

When she emerged, a few steaming plates of lasagne waited on the dining table. The rich aroma hit her nostrils–the kind from that decades–old Italian restaurant she used to love.

After marrying Brian and having Jacob, she had barely eaten at the restaurant

“I couldn’t decide which you’d want, so I grabbed one of each.” Brian rushed to explain when she froze in place.

Lasagne only came in a handful of flavors, and she always stuck to the same three

“Thanks,” Jessica mumbled, inhaling the scent before pulling the meat sauce plate closer. She dug in without comment, ignoring the effort he’d clearly put in. No questions about the perfectly timed meal, no asking if he’d slept at all. She just o

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