Winter Hart
I sat at the counter, rubbing my bump as I watched Jake turn on the kettle. My heart twisted as he moved around the kitchen, knowing where everything was. I covered my mouth when a sob escaped. My mind had been racing with terrifying scenarios that I had never wanted to think about.
I didn't want to cry or break down, but the pain in my chest was worse than anything I had felt before. How can this be happening? On today of all days. We just got engaged and found out we were having a son. I should be ecstatic. I should be celebrating with our friends and family, not crying in the kitchen.
"Baby," Jake wrapped me in his arms and held me tightly. "I'm so sorry, baby," he mumbled, kissing my head.
"Would you still be here if she told you before I did?" I barely managed to get
