Sasha was digging through the laundry and she found someone's plaid shirt unwashed. The scent reminded her of someone. But who? It was like a ghost hoovering over her wanting to play a guessing game with her.
Sasha winced. She should know. She should very well know who's shirt it was. But she didn't. She went up to the kitchen to ask Maxie but he was no where in sight. Maybe Katy would know but they were out at the shops with Tristan.
She held on the shirt for sometime, hoping something would come to her. Finally, she took it upstairs with her when she heard Risa crying. She went to nurse her and stared at the shirt all the while.
Sasha felt quite sad, but she didn't know why. She was happy, wasn't she? She kept looking at Risa, thinking this was exactly where she wanted to be. She was home. She was in the right place. She was with Jamie. It was where she belonged.
Risa fell asleep in her arms and she put her back in the crib.
Just then Jamie came home from work. Naturally, he was all grins when he took her in his arms and whirled her around as if his world only revolved around her and no one else. He was always happy to see her. She guessed they had a lot of catching up to do as he kissed her sweetly to unwind from the day. Before she could even say no, they were already cozy in bed. It was warm and sleepy. Intoxicating, a lot like their love. Somehow, it felt like a dream, so unreal.
She meant to ask him about the shirt. But she completely forgot about it. And she didn't even wonder why. After all, there was not a thought in her head other than just Jamie.
Its never as simple as you think
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