Epilogue- Faith

Warm water trickles down my leg as another contraction squeezes my insides in an invisible vice grip. I groan loudly, clutching the counter and leaning over. I hear a clattering beside me and I look over, seeing Izzy holding his little stuffed puppy, his eyes wide in fear. He looks so much like Cameron right now. I smile through the pain as he tentatively steps closer. 

“Mommy, you peeped your pants on the floor?” he asks in his sweet 3-year-old voice and I chuckle.

“No baby, mommy is going to have a baby. Do you know where mommy’s phone is?” I ask, hoping he might remember where I had it last since I never can recall these days where I put anything. 

“Um. Yep!” His tiny little legs work hard as he runs out of the bathroom and bangs around in the living room.

“Iz. Izzy?” I call to him.

“Yeah, mommy?”

“Did you find it?”

He walks into the bathroom, holding my phone, and I nearly fall over with rel