Before I shut the door, I took one last look at the nursery room, my eyes trailing over the rocking chair and the empty bookshelf and the chest of toys. Goodbye. It was sad to leave, yes – but the most important thing here was that I was having a baby, and even if I couldn’t give them this room, I could still give them the best life possible.
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As I got settled in the cushy plane seat, Isaac placed a document on the little table between us.
“What’s this?” I frowned, clipping my seatbelt on before picking the document up, “Oh, it’s our marriage contract.”
“Mhm. Also, you’re literally moving to another country and you didn’t want to bring anything at all? Not even a toothbrush?” Isaac joked, putting his sunglasses on as he leaned back against his chair and folded his ha
