Winter Hart
The Timberwolves were leading the series three to two now. Game six was being played at our home arena. I was in my seat, watching the game, feeling more anxious since Billy still hadn't contacted me about his findings. He never takes this long, and I was starting to believe I would have to share my husband with this woman forever.
Sighing, I rubbed my growing bump.
"Babe, you're missing this," Sydney exclaimed, bumping my shoulder with hers as she sat beside me. "This would be a historic win, and we get to witness it."
She wasn't wrong. I just couldn't push this feeling down any longer. When I'm with Jake, I ignore it for his sake. He has the cup to win and doesn't need to worry about me. But with the exhaustion and the hormones, I was a ticking time bomb. I just prayed t
