My wife.

Over the next few days, I worked tirelessly to make arrangements for her wedding. We contacted vendors, visited venues, and finalized the details of the ceremony and reception. It was a lot of work, but we were determined to make her dream wedding a reality.

It took its toll on me, and I had to step back when Pablo began to complain, saying I was working, I was also majorly planning Isabella's wedding, I was taking care of the boys, and I was pregnant. He complained that I wasn't giving myself enough rest, just as the doctor had advised, and it was really annoying, because he was getting worried, and I was feeling unfazed by everything.

"You dealt with Jamal and Jaf'ar's pregnancy alone, and that was because that cunt was a bastard. I will not allow that to repeat itself now Emily." He complained as we both argued.

"You're just taking all of this too personal, there's no need to…"

"You're personal to me Laura, don't you get it! I do not want you working with our baby in you! And tha