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"Sorry I'm late," I sighed as I set my purse down on the green cushioned chair inside of my doctor's office. I took off my coat and laid it over the back of the same chair.

My fiancè—Arthur—who was already here, stood up from the chair he was seated in and greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, "Don't worry about it, I just barely got here. Doctor Leona said she would be back in a few minutes," He guided me to the seat he was previously in and urged me to sit down, "How was the retirement party?" He asked, looking down at me with his honey brown eyes, his dark hair slightly swooping over his brows.

I rolled my eyes and leaned back with my head against the wall, "Well I met my new boss, and he is probably one of the rudest human beings I have ever met."

Arthur raised his brows, "New boss? So you didn't get the job?"

"No," I sighed as I glanced down at my hands and began to pick at my cuticles, an anxious habit of mine, "The President of the company gave the position to her son instead." I mumbled, the disappointment evident in my tone.

I deserved that job, not him, it was only being handed to him because he's her son, he didn't earn it.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Arthur folded his arms over his chest. I was getting the feeling based on his tone, that he really didn't care. But he never did care for my job anyway, he has pressured me numerous times to look into a different profession. One that, and I quote 'has more of a benefit to society', "Do you still have a job though? Or will I be supporting us both?" He asked with a head tilt.

"I still have a job," I assured him.

"As an assistant?" He grimaced, making me feel worse than I already did. Arthur is a cop, and I feel like that cop mentality of him being better than everyone else gets to his head too much.

I glared at him for a few seconds to show how irritated I was by him saying my job title as if it makes me lower than others, including him, "Yes as an assistant to the editor-in-chief of Skywalker publications, one of the biggest publishing companies in America." I reminded him in a sour tone.

He bit his bottom lip before sighing and dropping his hands down, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to come off like that. I just think you're too smart of a woman to settle for an assistant job."

This is a conversation we've had more times than I could count, so the response I was going to give him was making me sound like a broken record. But luckily our Doctor walked in and saved me from the topic, "Great you're here." She smiled as she laid my chart down on top of a counter, "How are you feeling?" She asked.

I shrugged, "Some days are easier than others, but I'm dealing." I dropped my gaze down to my hands and picked at them again.

About six months ago I had a miscarriage during my first trimester, and moving on from it has been difficult. I had found out that I was and then barely two weeks later I lost it. Arthur seems to be handling it better than I, he doesn't even talk about it anymore. And I will admit that hat I am doing better, but sometimes I'm haunted by the idea of what could have been and my heart breaks all over again. Many may think I should just get over it since I only knew about it for a few weeks, but a baby and a family is something I always dreamed of having — so it really struck me in the heart.

We started to try again about three months later, but we haven't had any luck and today's appointment is about trying to find out what the issue may be.

She nodded in understanding, "And have you been taking your antidepressants?"

I nodded, "Yes," Whenever I remember to.

"Good, now I don't want you to worry too much okay? Miscarriages don't usually cause infertility issues so this all may very well be linked with your stress." She explained and I nodded along to her words, as did Arthur who stood a few feet away. I can't explain it, but something about him lately has felt off, but again that could be my paranoid mind since it has been running wild lately. The doctor then shifted her gaze to Arthur, "And you still want tests for yourself done, correct?"

He had said he wanted to test himself as well, to see if there may be any issues with him if it isn't me. So what I was expecting from him was a nod, not him shaking his head, "No," He stated bluntly, "If she got pregnant from me once then it isn't on me right?"

Doctor Leona looked stunned, but slightly nodded before looking back to me, "We'll see what's going on with you first and go from there," She gave me a reassuring smile and I couldn't help but notice the subtle side-eye towards my fiancé.

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I was told that I should expect a call within a few days for the results of the tests, and I could hardly wait. I wasn't a patient person, especially when it comes to something as important as this. But patience is something I'm going to have to adopt for the time being.

"I'll see you at home tonight babe and I'll pick up some Thai," Arthur leaned down and kissed me on the lips after walking me to my car. I kissed him back, but pulled away earlier than I usually would, which he noticed and furrowed his brow, "What's wrong?"

"Why did you change your mind about the tests?" I could just be overthinking the situation, but he was so adamant on it when we made the appointment, so for him to switch it up at the last minute was odd to me.

He shrugged, "I just figured we should save our money and not do anything unnecessary. It was your body that rejected the baby, not mine."

The strong urge to slap him came to mind and if I was that type of person then I probably would have. It felt like I was being blamed, which is the last thing someone needs to feel when going through what I went through, "So losing the baby was my fault?" I asked with a lump forming in my throat.

He sighed as he shook his head, and I swear I saw an eye roll, "That is not what I said (y/n)."

"It's what you implied." I countered.

He clenched his jaw in frustration before exhaling heavily through his nose, "I'll see you at home." And with that, he spun around and headed towards his car — one I bought for him as an anniversary gift last year with the money I earned from my unimportant job.

This day just keeps getting better and better.

I didn't chase after him as I usually would and got into my before slamming the door shut, tears pricking at my eyes. It feels like everyday we're arguing about something, even for small stupid things; like him leaving the toilet seat up or not washing his dishes, and he'll get on my case if he can't find the remote or find specific clothes he wants to wear.

We're going through a rough patch in our relationship right now and I'm just hoping that with time it'll get better. But as the stress-filled days drag on, that hope diminishes.

I composed myself the best I could and wiped the tears from under my eyes, before putting my car in reverse and pulling out of the parking lot.

In less than twenty minutes I was back at the company and I drove through the parking structure to check if my usual spot was open for me.

Unfortunately it wasn't, meaning he was still here.

As if I haven't already had enough drama today to last me the rest of the week. I just hope he leaves me alone for the rest of his time here because with the mood I'm in now, I don't think I'd be able to keep myself in check.

I was able to find a spot open that was only a few cars down, and I walked the short distance to the elevator with my heels clicking against the concrete floor and echoing around me. The entire elevator ride I kept thinking about Arthur and our argument, how could he say something like that? And where did it come from? Usually he tries to be sensitive with the topic if it gets brought up, but lately it's almost like he doesn't care about my feelings.

I started to tear up again when I was only a few floors away from my own. I quickly wiped the ones away that escaped and composed myself the best I could. I never like others to see me down, I always feel like I have to put on this image that I have the picture perfect life. Because despite how kind these people in the office can can be, it's full of gossipers that think drama is the best thing since shampoo. So if I don't want people to talk about me, I can't give them a reason to.

The elevator doors opened and I did my usual smiles and greetings as I passed by the multitude of desks to make it on my own. I put my purse down and went to knock on Fred's door to let him know that I was back. I paused when I noticed it was already cracked open and I could hear two voices inside; one being Fred's and the other being the spoiled brat that was taking his place.

I was going to knock anyway, but I decided not to when I heard my name. So I stopped, put my hands down and listened out of curiosity, "And I would like to ask you to please treat her with kindness. She's a sweet girl and is exceptional at her job," Fred's words made me smile.

"She seems kind of uptight," Skywalker's voice was the next for me to hear and the smile I held was gone as I rolled my eyes.

Fred sighed, "She is not uptight, she is smart and can really help you succeed in this position if you let her. She just hasn't been dealt a good hand these past few months so her attitude will shine through once in a while, she's only human Anakin. Which reminds me," I heard him rustling through the small notebook I had bought for him so he would stop writing on the back of important documents, "She blinds herself with her work, and therefore hardly remembers to take care of herself. So I'm going to need you to do it for me since I will no longer be here."

"I'm not a babysitter Fred—"

"Boy I used to change your diapers so I know you better than most, even more than your own useless father. So if you don't do as I say then there will be some consequences that you won't like."

"Like?" Skywalker tested him.

"Like remember your sophomore year when you got in trouble for dealing marijuana at school and I did not tell your mother?" He asked rhetorically and only silence followed, I had to cover my mouth to hold in a laugh, "I'll tell her. I'll tell her everything and more, so just do me this one favor and these lips will stay sealed."

"I can't believe you're blackmailing me," Skywalker sighed heavily and I heard the sound of a chair creaking, signifying he was shifting uncomfortably, "Okay fine, what is it?"

"She has to take medication once a day at noon with food, make sure she takes it."

I glanced down at my watch and noticed it was almost noon.

"That's it?" Skywalker asked in surprise, almost like he was expecting something that had more of a challenge.

"That's it," Fred responded. I decided that I shouldn't eavesdrop anymore and knocked on the door to signal my presence, "Come in," He said in his usual calm tone.

I gently pushed the door open and smiled at my boss, "Hey it's just me, I wanted to let you know that I was back."

"Oh great, please come in," He waved for me to enter as he stood up from the chair behind his desk. Skywalker was currently sitting in the chair that was across from him, but he was turned so his eyes were on me. I did as Fred asked and walked inside, closing the door behind me but not fully. I approached his desk and waited for the reason he asked me in here, "Anakin here has something he would like to say to you."

I shifted my gaze to the young blonde who stood up with a noticeable eye roll. He turned and faced me with a smile that I knew was fake, "I wanted to apologize for the way I acted earlier, I was a jerk and I'm sorry." He held his hand out to me.

I accepted his hand and he squeezed it painfully tight, it hurt but it wasn't unbearable, "I'm glad you agree you were a jerk." I said with a condescending smile.

"(Y/n)," Fred scolded me, "Both of you will be working side by side and need to start being on your best behavior. There's no need for childish behavior."

"Yeah sweetheart, no need to act like a child," Skywalker chuckled softly as he let go of my hand.

"It's (y/n), not sweetheart," I eyed him up and down like he was vermin, "And that's funny coming from someone who dresses like one, your socks aren't even matching."

"I was in a rush, but at least I took the time to make myself look presentable. You however have mascara on your cheek and your hair looks like it hasn't been washed in days." He folded his arms over his chest as he glared down at me with disdain.

I raised my brows and folded my arms over my chest as well, "I washed it last night, thank you very much. You're the one walking in here with a gallon of gel sitting on top of your head." I rolled my eyes, "You look stupid."

"You are stupid." He retaliated with a comeback that you would think came from an immature teenager.

"Enough," Fred hit his hands on his desk with a sigh of frustration, "Now that you two have gotten that banter out of you. Shake hands again and agree to respect each other, there's no reason for there to be this much distaste over a parking spot."

Well when he says it like that, it really does make the whole situation seem childish. But still, something about this man just boils my blood. Oh yeah, I know what it is, he's an entitled spoiled brat that was handed this job as easily as he was handed a bottle as a child.

"I am not shaking her hand again." Skywalker scoffed.

"Neither am I, I can still feel the grease from his palm that I'm sure is from his overdone hair." I countered as I wiped my palm against my blazer.

Fred sighed again as he sat in his chair and rubbed his temples, "This is gonna be a disaster."

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