Sara
I stared up at the ceiling, feeling empty. I knew Jaxon was probably right and holding off on having a child was probably smartest, but I was disappointed.
Jaxon didn't seem as engaged in our lovemaking, and it felt fruitless. I had built up my hope and excitement for nothing. I couldn't decide if I was more upset or angry; either way, I wanted to cry. It started to feel like too much.
I knew I was being a little childish–throwing a fit about things out of my control. Jaxon said he didn't want this to ruin our time here. I needed to let it go and just focus on having a nice time. The point of a vacation was to relax, not stew in my troubles… Still, the anger sat, gnawing at me.
Finally, I heard the water stop, and Jaxon stepped out of the shower. I tried to put on a good face a
