Weirdly, I don't know how to refer to my woman anymore, even in my own head. Part of me wants to just keep calling her Willow because that's how I know her. But I saw in her eyes how much using her given name meant to her, so I'm going to try to force myself to use it. I know it's going to be weird for a while, at least in my own mind, but I love her enough that all I want is to make her happy, and I mean truly happy now that I know everything.
I'm also scared shitless as we head into Church to meet with her father and ex-fiancé. I remember her miscarriage like it was f*****g yesterday. Trinity came and got Timber and I one night in the middle of dinner. She didn't know how to help her. Willow was outside on the ground, just sobbing. That was when I knew I'd do whatever it took to hel
