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ABBYThirteen months later…I walk through the crowd to search for my family. Today is m
SEBAfter sending a group message to everyone that I’m going to be a dad, I get inside Abby’s room. She’s still sleeping. The doctor advised rest for the night. It’s confirmed that Abby is indeed eight weeks pregnant.
SEBJesus, please, don’t let me think that. I check her phone while she’s sleeping, but I don’t find anything, or maybe I’m just overthinking, and she’s pressured with moving in and her college. I check
SEBIt’s almost dinner when we arrive at the beach house. I show her the rest of the house, and the last one I take her to is the second-floor terrace.“Oh
ABBYI wake up earlier than usual. Seb is already in his gym. After kissing me good night last night, he didn’t bother me anymore. I still slept in his arms, though. I want to make love with him, but he still thinks that I have my period. I feel so guilty for lying and for not letting him make love to me. That was the first night that we just end up sleeping without h
ABBYThree weeks later…“So when is the big day?” Becca asks while licking her ice cream from the spoon.
SEB “I thought you don’t like it.” Her breath tickles my ear as I carry her to my bedroom. “I love everything you do to me, baby. Keep that in your mind.” I want to boost her confidence but I mean everything I say. I love everything she does to m
SEB “Mike, we need to talk. If you can give me time today, I would appreciate it,” I say over the phone. “Of course. Son, is everything okay?” I can hear the worry in his voice. “Everything is okay. It’s is about Abbygail.” “Of course,
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