Chapter Ninety-Five. Davina.
It is a bittersweet moment as I stand watching the two vans that have arrived from the charity’s I have selected to gift back the furniture they sent for me when I first got this place just over six years ago. Mars walks out to greet the removal men, offering his help.
Bless him, he hasn’t let me so much as lift a light box. Believe me I tried, and well, he growled at me, and was almost angry, as I attempted to argue my point, that I am pregnant, not an invalid. However, my hormones got the best of me, and I burst into tears. Yeah, then I cried because I was crying. His anger instantly disappeared, as he held me, apologising profusely for making me cry, and reassuring me that he loved me. So now, when I attempt to pick something up that is heavier than
