“It’s just you two are having lots and lots of sex, but Charlie says Waylon’s still picking up boxes of condoms. I know Waylon doesn’t trust you enough to let you have things like a phone or a car. And even as sexed-up and happy as you two are these days, that has to be frustrating for you. So, I was thinking maybe if you stopped using condoms and had a baby, he’d trust you to stay. I mean, how long can you two go on like this?”

There were so many disturbing things to pick out of that statement. Charlie’s IDGAF behavior around customer confidentiality, for one. Meemaw’s apparent belief that the best thing you can do to get a man to trust you is throw a baby at him, for two. But the most disturbing thing of all is that Meemaw pretty much nailed my current situation on the head.

I submitted.

And Waylon was right. That did turn out to be the easier way.

Everything stabilized for us from there, and over the last few months, we’ve grown closer and closer, with—okay, Meemaw was right about that too—tons and tons of sex.

I know where we are now—on several acres of land about two hours away from Cedar Rapids. Amazon doesn’t deliver out here, but Waylon’s gone to what everyone here refers to as “the big town” a couple of times with a list of things I want or need for myself and the clinic. He’s gone there, but so far, he hasn’t trusted me to come with him. Or anywhere outside of Angel Pond.

He also still doesn’t trust me with a phone or laptop—even though I could use both for the clinic. Unlike Johnny, I have to run all my prescriptions through the general store. And though Charlie always gets me exactly what I ask for, I don’t love not knowing who he’s sourcing from.

I have drawers full of casual clothes, and Waylon even got me scrubs and a couple of white coats with my name stitched across them. But I didn’t pick any of it out.

I like my patients and the new friends I’ve made here in Angel Pond. I like being exactly who I am without judgment each and every day.

But I haven’t spoken to Sierra in three months. Even if Jonathan told everyone I ran off with some guy, she has to be concerned. I also worry about where I left things with Ant, especially now that I’ve had my big breakthrough.

Life in Angel Pond is nice, and my relationship with Waylon is progressing. I like him more and more each day, and it feels like living together in my dream house is healing something inside of me.