CHAPTER 93
GRACIELLA
Remembering my suffering during the longest four hours of painful labor and eventual delivery. I thought that was the end of me. I think I called God a number of times and all the saints I knew but in the end—it was all worth it.
All the pain, all the suffering, and all the tears…my son was worth it.
I also cussed Blake a couple of times when the pain was so severe but now I grinned as I gaze at my son, looking so much like his father as if he made the baby himself…alone.
Curly tip-hair of deep brown and chocolate irises with long curled eyelashes under charcoal eyebrows, staring at him was like staring at his father. Even their skin was the same, a beautiful and a bit shiny olive.
I missed Blake—insanely. More so after I gave birth because each day I see the
