Trusting Fate
Authors: H. M. Waitrovich
Trusting Fate
H.M. Waitrovich
Copyright
H.M. Waitrovich
2016
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©
2016 by
H.M. Waitrovich
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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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I want to dedicate this Book which caused me many sleepless nights to my amazing husband and my two beautiful daughters. When I came to my husband a few years ago and told him that I have been writing in my spare time for a while I don
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t think he had any idea what I wanted to do with it. He was supportive and said do what you love, and when I decided to make it official and become an author he was always supporting me, and to my sweet girls Audrey and Madi who always went to bed on time so Mommy could get to work writing to all hours of the night, I love you girls to the Moon and back. To my parents who have always supported any crazy idea I ever had and never questioned it with more than an eye roll, I love you both.
Table of Contents
Prologue
If someone would have told me five years ago that I would be living the life I am today, I probably would have died of laughter. Living it up and partying every night of the week was my thing. My best friend Taylor and I, thought it was called living it up, and every young girl does it, right? Well I made a lifestyle out of it. Sleeping around and drinking binges were an easy way to pass the time. It
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s what I did, and I enjoyed it. I stayed out until all hours of the night and slept all day until I went to work. I was a bartender at a very busy and happening night club in New Orleans. I made plenty of money, and Taylor and I rented an apartment right outside the French Quarter. It was my dream. I wasn
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t always so rebellious, but growing up in a very religious home stirred me in the wrong direction. My parents did not know what to do with me and to be honest, I didn
’
t care.
Once I graduated from high school, I was gone, Tay and I left and never looked back. I had not spoken to my parents in almost three years when my life changed forever. Taylor was always like me, we both grew up in the same small town in Florida and knew that there had to be much more to life than the Sunday school and bible studies our parents made us go to. In school, I was always the slut or the girl who
“
got around
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. I slept with my first boyfriend at the age of fourteen. Ok, I get it, I sound awful. I promise you I am not as bad as I sound. Recently my life has changed and it has definitely been for the better.
Chapter 1
My name is Gabriella Thomas and I cannot tell you how many times I have looked back on my past and wished that I could have done it all differently. It cannot be changed and I know that
…
but it doesn
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t make it any easier to endure the mess I have made of my life. I was irresponsible and careless, but I also learned a lot about the world and about myself. Three years ago I found out that I was pregnant. Tay freaked out because a baby would totally ruin our fun time. I have to admit, at first I was thinking the same thing, but as time went on I knew that as much as I hated my roots, they were still embedded into my skull, and the only logical thing for me to do was to keep the baby and change my life.
I did just that. I got a daytime, grown-up job at an insurance firm, and moved myself out of the apartment that I shared with Taylor and into a two bedroom apartment a few miles away. She didn
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t understand, but I told her that I needed some time to myself to get my life in order. I had gotten real lucky landing this job because it was paying me enough money that I could afford to furnish the apartment including the baby
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s room Once it was all said and done I felt as if I could breathe easier, like the way I had been living was sucking the life right out of me and now things seemed more normal.
I reconnected with my parents and they quickly forgave me, although it would take me years, if not decades, to forgive myself. I had no idea who the father of my child was because honestly, I don
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t even remember half of the men I slept with. They never stuck around to chat the next morning and that was how I liked it. It is probably better that I don
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t know, to be honest; he wouldn
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t like me if he really knew me anyways, but I grew up and that was how things were going to be. I was happy with my decisions and I would face my new fate in life with open arms and ready to take on the world.
To say that it has been a difficult three years would be the understatement of a lifetime. I had a rough pregnancy and an even rougher delivery. My parents, and even Tay, showed to support me though. Tay tried to help in her own way the entire time I was pregnant. I tried to keep a distance from her but Tay was my family and she needed me almost as much as I truly needed her. After twenty hours of horrific labor, I gave birth to the most beautiful little boy I had ever seen. Theodore Michael Thomas weighed 6 pounds 2 ounces and was so cute there were no words. People stop me all the time and compliment me on how adorable he is. I cannot take any credit though because he looks nothing like me. I assume he looks like his father; it makes my stomach turn at the thought that I will never know. I have come to terms and made peace with my past as best as I can for now. I had to let it all go for my son
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s sake. I would say that things are going pretty well for us. Theo started a new daycare last week and I got a promotion at work. I will be able to finally move us out of our tiny apartment and into a house that I have had my eye on renting for months. It has a fenced in yard and it is away from the city but only about thirty minutes from work and Theo
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s preschool. It is perfect.
I pulled up to my office building in my hand-me-down SUV my father had given me before I had Theo. He said I had to have something reliable and he was going to be getting a new car soon. I was grateful to my parents; after everything I had put them through, they found it in their hearts to forgive me and help me out. Parking the car, I quickly checked my reflection in the mirror and added some lip gloss to my look. I got out of the car and opened the back hatch to grab my laptop bag and briefcase. I must have turned too fast because I was almost run down by a driver who was in a huge hurry. When I jumped backwards, my bags fell to the ground and I tumbled backwards into my car.
I was trying to straighten my pencil skirt and fix my blouse when I noticed a man walking toward me, he was dressed in a very expensive dark blue suit with a white button-down collared shirt and no tie. His hair was slicked back and he had an incredible grin on his face. He was the kind of man I would have been all over three years ago.
“
Are you ok miss? He asked.
”
I stood there staring at him like I was mute or something. The man spoke again.
“
Miss, do you need medical attention?
”
Snap out of it Gabby.
“
Oh no, no I am sorry. It
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s been a long morning already. That just caught me off guard. But thank you, I will survive,
”
I said with a smile.
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Ok, have a nice day and try to not get run over, alright?
”
he said as he flashed his wickedly awesome smile once more. I nodded my head and he left. I picked up my things and headed into work. Checking my watch, I realized I was now eight minutes late on the first day of my new promotion. Awesome. Let
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s get this day over with already.
Sitting down at my desk, I logged into my email and saw that I had a new message from Becca, the office coordinator, telling me that I have an impromptu meeting this morning with the new owner and CEO.
Crap. What gives today?
I feel like I am on an episode of
Pranked
or something. Coffee, I need coffee. I grabbed my mug and headed into the kitchen to get a cup.
On my way, my mind drifted back to the man in the parking lot. He didn
’
t look much older than me and I felt like the more I thought about him the more I wondered why the man made me so nervous. I felt as if I had seen him somewhere before. Probably not in the kind of places I used to hang around, from the looks of him. I quickly distracted myself with my coffee, because he was literally the most beautiful man I had ever lain eyes on. Once I got back to my desk, I knew I was limited on time before the meeting. I had about a half hour to get some work done and get my mind right. Taking a deep breath, I started my day.
I was sitting in the conference room waiting for the meeting to start, listening to the women in my office drool and talk about the new CEO.
“
Oh my gosh, you have no idea how good-looking this man is. He can
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t be more than thirty years old; he can totally make a cougar out of me,
”
one woman said.
I didn
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t socialize much at work because I didn
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t like to gossip and that was all the women in my office did. I kept to myself and did my work and that is how I got my promotion. I went from being a secretary to an executive assistant, and I was really proud of myself. I worked really hard to get where I am for my son and for myself.
The entire room went silent when the door swung open. I picked up my pen and pad of paper and looked to my left, and about fell out of my chair. In walked the man from the parking lot who literally took my breath away. Great. Just friggin
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great.
