Parenthood brings its challenges, and it definitely becomes a challenge when you're raising a child on your own. Naomi has found a pretty delicate balance between her career and motherhood, but she doesn't have much of a personal life. When her ex/daughter's father returns she begins rethinking all of her decisions and redefining her new reality...It's another #writerwednesday.
About A Woman's Design: Afflictions...
Naomi – As a teen she made the decision to be a single mother. Choosing to build her life around her daughter has molded and shaped all the decisions she has made until now. Her relationship with her daughter is highly valued and nothing can shake it, not even her daughter’s attempts to grow up. But when her daughter’s so-called “deceased” father comes back, Naomi’s carefully constructed world may begin to crumble. Her efforts to protect her child may be the one thing that pushes her away, and she must decide if she will open herself up to love again.
Excerpt - Mending Fences...
“Hey, Naomi. I spoke with her, and for once, she didn’t scream at me. I don’t know what you’ve been saying on your end, but thank you. I mean, she listened to what I had to say. She didn’t have much to say, but I did ask if I could spend a day with her. She said she would be open to it, but I needed to talk with you first. You raised her well; she won’t do anything without your approval,” Jaime stated.
Hmph, if only he knew. She had done quite a few things lately without my approval, starting with a white mini skirt and a boy in my home. But I wouldn’t go there for now. I would focus on helping her build a relationship with her father, and maybe we could address any future issues that arose together. This may have been just what was needed to get my daughter back on track.
“Yeah, well, I did my best. So, what do you want to do?” I asked.
“Well, I was hoping next weekend I could get her on Saturday and hang out with her. I don’t know, maybe go jet-skiing, shoot some hoops, and grab a bite to eat. I know you told me she plays ball, but I don’t know how she’ll feel about jet-skiing.”
“You can ask, but I think she’ll be open to that.” It was my turn to get up and walk out the room. I didn’t want my daughter to hear the jealousy that might rise in my voice when I asked my next question.
“Cool, maybe we can grab a bite to eat at Havana’s Cocina and talk about our culture.”
“That sounds like a good idea, too. Is it going to be just you and her, Jaime?” I asked, walking down the hall and looking back to make sure my daughter wasn’t following me.
“Yeah. I thought maybe it would give her a chance to get to know me and me a chance to get to know her without any other distractions. Would you like to come?” he invited.
“No. I think it should just be the two of you,” I responded. I didn’t want to give his wife any reasons for concern or jealousy. After all, she was just learning her husband had another child they would have to share him with. She didn’t need another woman to share his time with, as well.
“All right, if you’re sure,” he agreed.
“If you change your mind, Naomi, I would love to have you. I kind of thought fishing would be good, because of that one-on-one time, but she might get bored by that,” he shared.
“She definitely would. I’m sure whatever you settle on will be just fine for the two of you. With the exception of fishing, though. Neither of us have ever been fishing kinds of girls,” I joked.
Jaime laughed softly and then spoke. “Yeah, I do recall that you weren’t the outdoorsy type. And you always hated worms, especially after the rain,” he reminisced.
“They were always so slimy and gave me the creeps. Just nasty, even when I think about them now, ewww!” I exclaimed.
We both laughed and then went silent on the phone for a moment.
“Thank you, Naomi. Thank you so much for giving me this opportunity. And I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for hurting you and—”
“Don’t do this. You don’t have to keep apologizing and going down that road. It’s not about me anymore, it’s about our daughter. If we’re going to move forward in this, it’s time to leave the past behind. At least with me anyway,” I corrected him. I couldn’t do the reminiscing thing; it would only serve to hurt me further and I had worked hard to move on from the past.
About Chelle Ramsey...
Women's fiction author and blogger, Chelle Ramsey brings a refreshing perspective into the lives of her readers and wants them to find entertainment, healing and inspiration in each novel. Using real problems and challenges faced by ordinary people, Chelle wants readers to become empowered to rise above life's adversities, with faith in God, and belief in themselves.
Her stories are relatable to individuals of diverse demographics, who have suffered a loss, been hurt, have low self-esteem, have lost hope, or need a word of encouragement. She strives to take your emotions on a roller coaster ride, one page at a time. Chelle holds an MBA in Human Resource Management, which she puts to use in her Human Resources role by day, while she writes her fiction novels at night. And in her spare time, she’s a blogger, freelance writer, and ghostwriter.
Her most important roles are those of a wife and mother of three. During her “me time,” she becomes enraptured with the enthralling stories of Terry McMillan, Nora Roberts, James Patterson and Stuart Woods. Chelle Ramsey resides in a rural community in Atlanta, Georgia and enjoys writing, family time, and watching NBA games.
She hosts the annual 20 Days of Love authors’ blogging campaign, March Madness authors’ giveaways campaign, and showcases other authors on her blog at www.chelleramsey.com/beautifully-inspired-blog. Her novels can be found online at Chelle Ramsey Amazon.
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