The last several months have been rough. The pregnancy has been relatively easy but I
craved the plasma packs more so I worried about what this child was going to be
when I delivered. Dunham was still a
little resentful, but with the help of his older siblings, he at least started
speaking to me again. Dax was also upset with me especially after finding out
who the father was. Jonas and Carter
were like honorary uncles to them so he felt it was really weird. Now I stand here getting ready to go watch my
boys graduate. They both had grown into
strong, responsible, and smart young men.
Marcus would be so proud of them today even with all the stumbles we had
along the way.
I looked at my rings that now sat in a box on my dresser. I took them off no longer feeling it was right to wear them since I was carrying another man’s baby. As I rolled the tension out of my shoulders I mentally prepared myself to have to sit the next few hours next to Embry. They sent Carter an invitation but I wasn’t sure if he would be attending. I hoped he comes for the boys’ sake but since we hadn’t spoken since that day I had no way of knowing. Jonas kept me informed on how he was doing. He and Victoria were going out officially and Jonas said that he did seem happy. I was relieved that they didn’t have any permanent damage to their relationship. It was rocky and tense for a while but in the end I was the bad guy and I was fine with that.
