Fated Love

chapter 21

Sharon's POV.)
It had been  months,and Dean and I were still trying for a baby without a success. I never thought it would be that hard to conceive. I swear it felt like we had been trying for 10 years and failing. I didn't know what we were thinking though, I mean, the way Dean had talked about having a baby at a certain time, it was as if he could actually do it.
However, I learned that some things are beyond our control, even with all the money in the world-look at us, All the visits to the doctor, all the fertility medications, I took were all for nothing. My inside crawled of those drugs but still nothing. I could start up my own pharmacy and use the drugs I had taken as stock and be stinking rich.

Sometimes, I couldn't help but think that maybe I was being punished for lashing out at Dean months back . Maybe I should have just, ran to bed open my legs wide and let him put a baby in me. Overall, we decided to let torn down a little and let the Almighty take the wheel. We made peace with the fact that his timing, was perfect.

So, Dean went back to concentrating on the plantation, while I threw myself to my work.

Every time I was at work, I completely shut out the world and concentrate on the project at hand. People around me said I worked too hard and they wonder why since my husband was already filthy rich. Most of the time I would just smile sadly, then leave . Because those were the times they reminded me of my fears. The punishment

My job also kept me away from my home which was a good thing, because every time I was at home I was alone - Dean spent most of his time at the plantation.

It was on a Sunday and as usual, Dean was at the plantation doing God-knows-what. I was not complaining, but it was overwhelming. It was like he love the damn plantation more than he loved me anymore. He was always there, it had been almost three weeks since we saw each other in person.
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I was watching some soap opera on that Sunday afternoon, when I heard the doorbell chime.

I quickly got up and hurried to the door intending to miss zero second of the program. Thanks to the gods of soaps. It was still on a commercial break.

I yanked the door open and was met with a delivery boy who was sorting out things, "Hello?" I tried to be as cool as I could get, even though I had turns of emotions in me. Why couldn't he wait till five to deliver whatever it was?" How may I help you sir?" I asked.

"Sharon Goodwin?" he questioned, and I almost corrected him and said Miller. Lately, I felt as single as I could get. And, I was getting grumpy with every second he stood there chewing loudly while wasting my time.

"Yes, in the flesh" I said the second part to myself.

"Theeese, are for you," He said while handing me a bouquet of Lilies.

Why was I getting lilies?
Lily the flower most commonly associated with funeral services as they symbolize the innocence that has been restored to the soul of the departed. I had read that somewhere a long time ago, and that was all I could think about at that moment, as I stared at the flowers in my hands.

It was not rocket science to know that red roses were appealing in romance paradigm, -and Dean knew pretty too well that white roses were my favorite.

Who would want to send me those? And in that consideration? They looked almost worn out?

Damn! some people had horrible tastes in flowers.

"Ma'am!" I was startled back to reality by the guy holding out a book, "Sign here, please." He pointed out with his finger, a space against my name. Then, he gave me a blue ball pen. Confused but curious, I hastily signed away and handed him his stuff back.