Jessica POV
Vicky was unusually quiet.
I gave her a side eye before we walked down the aisle.
Her face was transfixed on the entry and the step we would take; it was full of mixed emotions.
She had told me earlier that she would do this only once, and if it failed, she would raise the child the best she could. I understood her worry, having seen what happened to me. I reminded her that communication is the key and not to bottle it up like I did. That Franco was not like my ex, and that neither of us should judge our husbands based on my bad experience. Although it was easy to say those words of encouragement, doing and following them for both of us was going to be difficult. No matter how hard you try not to compare, a comparison sneaks in, and then you kick yourself for being so st
