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If you like reading dramas mixed with humor, and always with a life lesson woven through out, then you will love, “A Life Less Interrupted.” Life is hard even when faced with foreseen challenges. But what happens when unexpected problems arise, who can you turn to, if not your friends? Three friendships become strained when the women’s perceptions of right and wrong become blurred, forcing them to come to terms with their past mistakes. Will they hold on to each other let the tide of troubles was them apart?
Please enjoy the following teaser below!
As the two women sat in the car waiting for their friend, Sharice decided there was no better place or time to find out if Nicole had given any more thought to when she was going to tell Lawrence about the baby. She tried not to bring that subject up too often, but Nicole had had her first doctor’s appointment a week ago, and she felt that Lawrence should have had the option of being a part of that process as well.
“Of course I have,” Nicole replied, sighing. “It’s all I think about, other than the wedding. I just keep waiting for the right time, but when is the right time to tell someone that?”
Recognizing that was a rhetorical question, Sharice knew better than to answer that directly. “Well, you know he loves you. So I am sure he will be fine when you do tell him. You’re definitely going to tell him before the wedding though, right?”
“Of course,” she retorted, shaking her head and throwing her hands up in disbelief that Sharice would even ask her that. “Besides, I will probably be showing by then,” Nicole said, laughing, trying to lighten the mood.
“Okay, okay,” Sharice said, laughing and shrugging.
Nicole laughed a little harder and apologized for answering her so harshly, and Sharice apologized for being so inquisitive. She now realized her question had been a little invasive, but having tried to keep the pregnancy a secret had already put a strain on her relationship. So she could only imagine what keeping it from Lawrence was doing to Nicole.
“You did tell Tracey what time we were coming to pick her up, right?” Nicole asked, looking at the clock.
“Of course I did,” she said, pulling out her phone. Sharice welcomed the change of subject. “No answer,” she said, shrugging.
“Hmm, well her car is here,” Nicole replied, looking around the parking lot with a puzzled look on her face.
Sharice began to unbuckle her seatbelt, preparing to get out and go inside just as she saw Tracey emerging from the building. “There she is,” she said, sitting back. Then she saw another figure pull her back inside.
“What in the world?” Nicole asked, returning Sharice’s confused look. “Isn’t that the doctor she was dancing with at the club?”
“Yeah. I mean, it looks like him from what I can see.” She began to strain her eyes, trying to see inside the glass doors. Her mouth dropped open, not believing what she was seeing.
Nicole grabbed Sharice’s arm. “You have got to be kidding me.”
The two figures had all of a sudden become one. They were embracing and seemed to be sharing a rather passionate kiss.
“They can’t be,” Nicole said as she lowered her shades.
“I knew she had been acting weird lately, but this is on a whole other level of craziness.”
As the two exited the building grinning from ear to ear, Nicole and Sharice looked at each other with blank stares. Their minds were reeling, but neither knew what to say.
“So what do we do? What do we say?” Sharice was beginning to feel herself panic.
“We say nothing.” Nicole threw up her hands again and began to shake her head. “Tracey is a grown woman, and you can’t tell grown people anything.” She waved at Tracey as she approached the car and unlocked the doors.
“Grown woman my behind, Nicki. She’s also engaged!”
“Don’t do it,” Nicole finished saying just as Tracey opened the side door.
“Don’t do what?” Tracey asked as she hopped into her seat, completely oblivious to the fact that they’d seen her kissing her client.
“Don’t ask why in the hell you were just kissing a man who isn’t your fiancé?” Sharice turned around in her seat to face her cousin, whose smile had quickly faded.
“Here we go,” Nicole said, leaning back and rubbing her forehead with her hand.
“Sharice, for once just mind your own business!” Tracey yelled back at her.
“Just tell us what’s going on with you? Who is this guy?” Sharice knew she was pushing it, but she didn’t care. She didn’t want to see Tracey to do something that couldn’t be undone.
“He’s a client––not that it’s any of your business.” Her tone was becoming more defensive by the second.
“Since when did you start tonguing your clients?” Sharice was concerned, but she wasn’t expressing it in a way that was making Tracey want to open up to her.
“Sharice, chill out,” Nicole said, finally chiming in. “Tracey, we love you, and we are concerned about you. We are your family. You know you can tell us anything.”
“Well, don’t be. I just need some space right now and time to figure things out by myself.”
“Doesn’t look like you are doing a very good job at that. What if Derrick finds out?” Sharice asked.
“Look, Sharice, I don’t even know why I expected you to understand. Silly me, thinking you could feel some type of empathy for what I am going through, especially with your track record of failed relationships.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Sharice could hear her voice beginning to rise, but at that moment, she could have cared less.
“Okay, you guys, everyone just needs to take a breath and calm down.”
“I can’t deal with this right now,” Tracey said as she opened her car door.
“Oh, no you don’t,” Nicole said, trying to stop her. “You’ve been absent during all of the planning thus far. And today I need both of my girls with me, so get your butt back in this car right now. I am pregnant, and I am getting married, and ya’ll are not about to wreck my nerves,” Nicole said as she slid her sunglasses back on and began to turn the keys in the ignition.
“Nicole, I am really not in the mood to do this today,” Tracey said.
“Well, do like you were doing a minute ago and suck it up, and get back into this car.” Nicole knew she shouldn’t have said that, but she didn’t care anymore. Tracey was being selfish and reckless, and despite the fact she told Sharice to butt out, Sharice had a point.
“Now you are riding me too!” yelled Tracey.
“No. What I am doing is trying to plan a wedding in less than three months, and you are hindering me from doing so, so get your butt back in the car.”
“Don’t know why I expected more from you two.” Finally tired of hearing what they had to say, Tracey slammed the door behind her and stormed off in the direction of her car.
“Now you wait one minute,” Nicole said, using her catlike reflexes and jumping out in pursuit of her runaway maid of honor. “I am trying to get your cousin off your back, so don’t direct your anger and guilt toward me.”
“And why are you in a rush to get married anyway, Nicole? Trying to trap another one? Is the baby even his?” The words flew out of her mouth and stopped Nicole dead in her tracks. But that didn’t stop Tracey from ripping into Sharice, who had gotten out of the car as well.
“And as for you,” Tracey said, pointing her finger at Sharice, “if you don’t stop sabotaging your relationships because you feel badly about what happened with Charles, then you will end up alone and miserable.” And with that, she turned her back to them and began to walk away. “And I refuse to be the rock for either one of you when your relationships begin to fall apart!” she yelled at them as she threw her things into her car.
“That red heifer done lost her mind,” Nicole said, finding her voice again. Infuriated, she turned around and began to walk back to her truck. Sharice followed behind her, feeling as though she’d just lost a part of herself.
They sat in silence for what felt like hours, but in actuality only a few minutes passed before Nicole spoke, breaking the silence.
“You know that––”
Sharice placed her hand on top of Nicole’s, letting her know it was okay. “I know Lawrence is the father, Nicki.”
Nicole managed to muster up a small smile and squeezed Sharice’s hand. “I don’t really feel up to dress shopping anymore,” she replied as she started the car again.
“I know what you mean,” Sharice said, looking out of her window at the raindrops that had begun to fall.
“Home it is then.”