Ashley Munoz

She laughed into the phone again, and it was like some poetic shit, like someone had opened the clouds, letting the sun shine through.

I slid inside, next to Bexley, while Cole buckled in next to Bella’s seat in the back. I started reversing, not hating at all how normal this felt, how having them all in my car with me felt like I’d finally found that thing I’d been missing and ignoring for the past ten years of my life.

Ryan watched the kids snuggle in, Bella getting under a blanket, near Cole’s elevated leg; his face was so peaceful, like watching them made him feel at peace.

I told you I was pregnant…if your first response wasn’t to pull me into your arms and tell me how happy you were then that was answer enough.

I did love Logan—he just wasn’t the great love of my life.

I hoped she knew she had split me open and I’d never recovered…it hit me as painful as a bullet to the chest when I realized I didn’t want to.

“I never moved on, Bex. It was like you just kept going with me, everything new I did…every place I moved. It’s like I’ve been numb, waiting for you to come back into my life.”

“I love you, Bex. I never stopped.”

she wasn’t even in the same league in comparison when it came to the beauty of this house. I’d burn it all to the ground if it meant I could have her and the kids forever.

“Ryan?”
“Yeah?” My mouth was against her ear as I tried to sort out our conversation.
“The kids are going to find us any second…will you please make me come?”