Winter Hart
Jake was helping me as I walked around the room after finishing my shower. I was exhausted, and every movement was sore. I suspect it wasn't just from giving birth.
Early this morning, when I awoke, memories had been flooding my mind. I watched as my future husband slept, reclining back with our son on his chest, thinking about everything that had happened. I tried to put some of the pieces together. The main piece was Poppy. I remember watching the game on a TV in the washroom when she came in. She tried to hurt our boy.
"Jake," I exhaled, feeling winded.
"Baby, you are doing great. Are you tired?"
He has been great since I awoke, but something was still nagging me.
"Jake," I said as he helped me sit on the bed. "What happened with Poppy?"
The muscle under my hand tens
