Alexander

“Morning!”

My steps fall short by the bathroom’s door.

When I woke up to an empty bed, I’d imagined Evangeline decided, between my breakdown last night and this morning, that she no longer wanted to be with me and left. But seeing her now, bright and happy with a breakfast tray in hand and her bump visible in that see-through night-dress she’s wearing, I can’t explain the relief that zaps through my body.

This is my woman.

My family.

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