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Chapter 62 Happy Endings
Rosalie
I’ve done so much in these past 6 months. Julius and I got married immediately after I was released from the hospital. It was a private ceremony with just us and the priest. Beyond romantic. I was able to perform for Scarpati’s induction into the Italian Symphony hall of fame.... and now.....
“Push!!! Breathe!!! You’re getting close!!” The doctor yells over my screams.
I squeeze Julius hand “I HATE YOU!!” I scream at me perfect husband. There was no time for the epidural so you can understand these hateful words.
“I’m so sorry baby. You’re doing so great. I’m so lucky.” He kisses my head as another big contraction hits.
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