Chapter Twenty-Seven
RIVER
The final two weeks of my pregnancy have been both heaven and hell.
Hell, because I feel like a beached whale, and I’m sweating in places I never knew existed. It’s the end of July in Texas, and I’m ready to claw my skin off.
Heaven, because being back in Alex’s arms every night has been the only thing keeping me going with a semi-positive attitude.
He’s kept his word and hasn’t left my side, even though, at times, I enjoy the quiet time to myself. I know he still feels guilty about that night he went out and got drunk, but I’m over it now. He made a mistake, and he’s more than learned his lesson. I believe him when he says it’ll never happen again, and the fact that he’d given me a second chance without much thought after how things ended in Key West tells
