All Chapters of Uncle's Good Girl : Chapter 61 - Chapter 66

BRONWYNThree months after the wedding, I finally looked pregnant.No, not ambiguously bloated or suspiciously full after dinner, but genuinely, unmistakably pregnant with a belly that arrived ahead of me into every room and made strangers smile at me in grocery stores.Twin pregnancies apparently didn't waste time.The morning sickness had mercifully subsided around week sixteen, replaced by an appetite that startled me daily and an energy level that swung unpredictably between unstoppable and completely depleted with nothing in between.I was learning to work around it.Tuesday and Wednesday in Boston had become my high output days, when I scheduled client presentations and board meetings. Thursday and Friday in Pinehaven were for the local office and remote work, more forgiving of the afternoons when I needed to put my feet up for an hour.It wasn't perfect but it was working.The Pinehaven office had exceeded first quarter projections by thirty percent. Three major clients secured

TRENTONI woke up at three AM again, my pillows soaked with sweat, my thoughts spiralling and I had to sit up to breathe. It was another nightmare again and it was getting a lot more frequent and I didnt want to tell my wife. I didn't want to worry her.The bad dreams was that I died before I could watch my twins grow up, and when I woke up from those dreams I would stay awake at night, doing all sorts of calculations. If the twins were born now, I'd be forty eight. When they start school, I'd be fifty three. When they learned to drive, I'd be sixty three. When they graduated high school, I'd be sixty six.Sixty six years old with eighteen year old children.My father had died at sixty two.I knew the math was destructive. Bronwyn would tell me to stop if she could hear my thoughts. I also knew intellectually that counting years was the least useful thing I could do with the time I actually had.But knowing didn't stop the counting.On a Tuesday morning, I was in my home study reviewi

BRONWYNThe boardroom on the fourteenth floor of the Boston headquarters had floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, a long mahogany table that seated twenty, and excellent acoustics for presentations.None of these features were relevant to me when I felt the warm rush of fluid that no amount of professional composure could reframe as anything other than what it was.My water had broken in the middle of my Thompson campaign presentation, slide seven of twenty-two.The room had twelve people in it. I was standing at the front with a laser pointer in my hand.For approximately three seconds I stood completely still, running a rapid calculation, I knew the nearest hospital being four miles away."Excuse me," I said, with a calm I would later find impressive in retrospect. "I need Marcus."Marcus Webb was on his feet before I finished his name, clearly having processed what was happening faster than the rest of the room. He crossed to me while confusion rippled through the other a