The Rogues - book 2 Own
I’m able to articulate words with difficulty, I still fear not having understood Maggie’s message, when words finally get out, I ask stuttering like Connor.
“Ar… are you rea… really pre… pregnant ba… baby?”
She smiles and nods, answering me in a low and sweet voice:
“I am, love.”
Maggie gives me the little knitted yellow shoes and says:
“Another prize for you, my champion.”
Another? Fuck! This is ‘the prize’ of my shitty life, want to know something? I won’t pretend I’m strong and try to be tough, I let the tears blurry my vison and wash my hurt soul.
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