Sami

Six months later

“You’re radiant,” my mom says, her arm around my growing waist as we stand together in the long mirror. My dress is less elaborate than the one we found over a year ago. However, just like that day, her eyes are on me and mine are on her.

Mom reaches for my hand. “Samantha, you are radiant. Your dad and I are so happy about Marshal. I’ve never seen you happier, ever.”

I lay my hand over my growing baby. “I know this was a ...