It had been 5 months since Rome had made a promise to me that things would get better. Just like he promised they did, with the exception of a few angry spurts here and there. Still, he never laid one finger on me. My pregnancy was flourishing beautifully and to our luck there were no complications like that of my aunt Bella. My stomach was now large with life, any moment I was due.
"It's going to be a boy." Rome smirked as he felt the baby kick.
I sighed as it slightly hurt and then allowed a smile in his direction.
"Well, he or she is definitely a great kicker." I replied. "I just want the baby to have 10 fingers and 10 toes."
This was my first child and I had no idea how to be a mother or where to even start. The only thing I knew was that I had to protect my child with my life. I p
