I love being pregnant and it’s a miracle we were able to conceive her. I can’t wait to see his face when he sees the pretty butterflies.” Needing to take another break, I sit in the rocking chair and rub my stomach. In the end, I won with purple walls and the sheer netting around her white crib. I may not be a SEAL, but you don’t mess with me either. My husband found out shortly after how much he could suffer by my hands. I launched various household items at Mark while throwing him out of the house. I got home and he and Mark were drawing it out on the walls. I almost sent myself into labor with that argument. Brown, green, and black camouflage for a girl? No. He insisted we paint her room in camouflage. Aaron and I have fought about the vast array of pink things that are now strewn around the house-he hates it, I love it. I walk around what will be her room, putting a few more of the pretty pink dresses in the drawers. Aaron is away, but I want the nursery done so we can enjoy the next few weeks once he returns. Once it passes, I try to finish what I came in here for. It seems like they’re coming more frequently. I grip the dresser and try to breathe through it.
“Oh, Chloe, if you’d like to come out, please wait until your Daddy gets back,” I insist, holding my belly as another Braxton Hicks contraction hits. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author or publisher. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means including electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior written consent of the author. Now I have to decide if I truly love him or if he’s just the consolation prize.Īll rights reserved. He was my husband’s best friend-forbidden.īut my husband is dead and I’m alone. Liam wasn’t supposed to be my happily ever after.
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