Five years and his heart's still not in it? I'm out.
I took my time getting ready and stepped out.
Saw Lily's latest post in the elevator: [True love shows up, no matter the hour.]
It was a shot of Aaron cradling their child.
Endless tenderness was shown in his eyes.
I hit "like" almost mechanically.
Then Aaron was on the phone in a flash.
"Come on, Jane, why stir up drama? It's just a post. Can't you just let it slide? How am I supposed to smooth things over when you act like this? You know she's been on edge since the baby."
I laughed off his flurry of questions, "If I'm such a bother, just block me."
His tone hardened, "Stop being so petty, Jane. Jealous of a baby, really?"
No patience left in him—that was clear.
But that's just who he is around Lily.
She's always been his priority.
I responded coldly, "A 30-year-old baby, you mean?"
His voice rose as he cursed, "Jane, that's enough. How many times do I have to explain? You're just cruel."
And with that, he hung up.
As Aaron always says—being the bad guy isn't so bad sometimes.
Aaron popped up at the florist's while I was busy setting up a proposal bouquet.
He hung back by the window, too cool to come inside, just motioning for me to step out.