Jessie Belle: the Women of Merryton - book One
“. . a twelve-year-old girl. I knew it was true before the paternity test came back, but it still didn’t prepare me for the actual confirmation. I was going through all the stages of grief, but I kept getting stuck on the first one, denial. I figured it was better than anger or depression. Not as good as acceptance, I know, but it was a really large pill to swallow.
My friendship with Cheyenne and Abby was once again the rock I clung to on my shaky ground. Blake received the results on May first, and on the second I found myself being whisked away to Denver for some shopping and pampering. I think Cheyenne’s words were, “You look like crap. Your clothes are hanging off you and we’re tired of seeing you in drab colors.” She said it with love, but it was true. I used to pride myself on my fashion sense and style.
“So how does Blake feel about it?” Abby asked as we headed down to the big city; well, it was big for us.
I briefly glanced her way since I was driving. Abby owned a minivan and... Cheyenne drove a Camaro.MoreLess
My friendship with Cheyenne and Abby was once again the rock I clung to on my shaky ground. Blake received the results on May first, and on the second I found myself being whisked away to Denver for some shopping and pampering. I think Cheyenne’s words were, “You look like crap. Your clothes are hanging off you and we’re tired of seeing you in drab colors.” She said it with love, but it was true. I used to pride myself on my fashion sense and style.
“So how does Blake feel about it?” Abby asked as we headed down to the big city; well, it was big for us.
I briefly glanced her way since I was driving. Abby owned a minivan and... Cheyenne drove a Camaro.MoreLess
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