Three Months Later

Mireille stood in front of the mirror in her room, her shirt unbuttoned as she stood, looking at her stomach. She ran her right hand over the bump on her stomach.

The petite bump made her heart swell each time she looked at it. It felt great knowing that she was carrying a child inside of her. It had been three long months already since she left Dante.

James had returned back home, only when he was sure Mireille would not change her mind and go back to ...