"We really won't be having any problems going through the divorce smoothly. You two are clearly self-supporting and came to a full agreement on all the details regarding the divorce. The division of all assets and properties, alimony, child custody and child support. You're filing for a joint custody, correct?"

Tristan and I looked at each other before nodding.

"Once I file the divorce settlement agreement, all we have to do is wait for the court to approve the paperwork in order to finalize the divorce."

"Aside from the settlement agreement, what more do we need for this?" I questioned the lawyer.

"We will need to file for a Petition for Divorce, along with Domestic Relations Financial Affidavit signed by both parties. Considering that you two have a 10 year old child, the judge will require the both of you to attend educational seminar for parents."

"Do we have to go to trial?"

"Most likely, no. This is a no-fault divorce state, the marriage being irretrievably broken is enough to file."

"How long would it take?"

"Roughly 2 to 3 months, 4 at most. Although there's a possibility of no trial, the finalization could take about a month."

2 to 3 months...

Could she wait that long?

I knew the divorce isn't going to be messy as we settled for an uncontested and no fault one, but it doesn't mean it would be any faster than we would like it to be. From filing the paperwork to waiting for an approval, it would take months before I could go back to my maiden name. Before I could finally try the romance department once again.

Despite the fact that Tristan already has Bianca even though we're not officially separated, I couldn't bring myself to date someone while still legally tied to another.

I do admit to liking Aiden more than I should, it was something I couldn't avoid and deny. She made me feel seen, appreciated and beautiful. She made me feel again.

After all these years of feeling nothing but emptiness, Aiden came barging into my life with her dark brown eyes, soft yet mysterious, curtained by her long black lashes, along with her captivating smile that seemed to match her sparkling eyes. The corners of her mouth turning up, toothy grin and reddening cheeks. And her gentle touch, always light and brief, caring at most whenever it lands on my skin.

I never thought I'd feel again. And when it happened, I was too afraid to acknowledge the way my heart would beat faster whenever she's near or the way my body relaxes at the warmth she gives.

It took a lot of doubts and fear before I finally said yes, and on top of the already existing worries, another one added to the list. The time of which I would need to make her wait, something not a lot of people are willing to stay for.

Why would she wait for months to come when there's always someone she could be with far less complicated than this?

I wasn't the first to show her kindness nor affection, I wasn't the first to comfort and ease her worry. So why me?

Why would she settle for someone with a lot of baggage?

Am I really worthy enough to make her wait for something we're not even sure if it's going to work? If it's going to last?

"How would you know if you don't try?"

"Fuck!"

Startled, I gasped as I touched my chest, my racing fast due to Tristan's sudden interruption. "What the heck, Tris?"

"You're thinking so loud," he shrugged. "Want to tell me what's bothering you?"

I bit my lip, thinking. Is it okay if I tell him about this? Aside from my one friend who I haven't really been in contact with, I have no one else to talk to aside from Aiden. And I can't really tell her about all this.

"Remember what you told me about falling in love again?" He nodded. "I may... have a chance for that to happen."

His blue eyes widened in joy. "Really? That's great news, Amayah!" Tristan then frowned and his smile dropped when he noticed my expression. "You don't look happy about it."

"I just... why me?"

His eyes softened, taking my hand in a secure hold. "You may have forgotten, Amayah. But falling in love with you is never a hard thing to do."

"Then why did you fall out of love?" I couldn't help but ask. It was an insecurity I've been trying to push down.

"I honestly don't know," he smiled sadly. "All I know is no matter how hard we try to deny it, we didn't want this relationship to last anymore."

"What should I do if she gets tired of waiting? Realizes I'm not worth the wait? What if she gives up on me?"

Tristan didn't ask to elaborate, something I appreciated. He just answered, an answer I'm not sure I liked.

"Then she's not right for you."

"Good night, baby." I planted a kiss on his forehead before leaving the room, closing the door gently.

Going downstairs, the sight of Aiden sitting on the couch awaited me. Her head turned to look at me. I didn't miss the way her eyes skimmed my body, it was an innocent stare, just admiring. Like she always does.

She smiled. "Hi."

"Hi."

Gingerly, I took my spot next to her and as if naturally, her body gravitated closer until the sides our arms and thighs touched. I watched as she placed her hand on top of her thigh, palm facing upward, open and waiting patiently.

Swallowing down the lump in my throat, I let my hand move to intertwine with hers. Her long and slender fingers linking with mine. Weirdly, I always found her hands to be attractive. The back of it are veiny, a bit noticeable but no too much, just enough to look pleasing. It reaches up her toned arms, which is a mixture of both masculine and feminine.

"I love your hands." I couldn't help but blurt out suddenly.

I watched as Aiden's eyes turned wide and her cheeks bashful. It was an adorable sight to see. "Thank you, yours are pretty by the way."

I smiled at the shy way she complimented me.

Aiden is tall, way taller than I am, with just the right amount of muscle on her toned body and a feminine look. Her jawline squared and defined, something I always find myself admiring in both men and women. And her grip, it's not too hard, gentle yet firm. The way she touched my hip when we kissed, it was soft, gentle, and strong all at the same time.

With all that, I found it adorable how she would act like a giddy child and look so handsome. I never expected someone who looks like her to act so bashful and timid. Although I can't say I don't find it endearing, because I do.

"Amayah?" My name was softly-spoken, voice quiet and husky. It sounds so beautiful coming out of her mouth.

"Hmm?"

"Have you ever kissed another woman besides me?"

I'm guessing she's curious about my sexuality, which we never really discussed. Her wide eyes looking at me with anticipation and curiosity. "I have, before I met Tristan."

"How about you? Was that girl the only one you kissed besides me?"

What was her name again? Was it Vera?

I didn't want to assume, but Aiden came off as inexperienced when we first met. She was way too shy and reserved. It made me think that she's never been kissed or been in a relationship at all.

"Yes, she was my first kiss."

"Did you enjoy it?" It was a genuine question. I believed first kisses should be special, as it was your first. It should be something memorable, something you'd look back into and remember with a smile. A kiss that you could never forget.

"Not as much as I enjoyed kissing you."

I didn't answer and simply avoided her enthralling eyes, a smile wanting to form on my lips at the innocent and careless way she said it.

"I want to know more about you." Aiden whispered, looking down at me.

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything."

And as the night continued with us, holding hands and getting to know each other, my mind drifted to what Tristan said.

What if she's the right person?