CHAPTER 11: Sarah
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Sarah pulled off her shirt, tossing it onto the floor before leaning against the headboard. She was so wet and aching for Nick.
He’d never been sexier than when he’d been playing with the kids and her womb had practically wept when he’d held Davy’s little body so carefully in his large hands as he carried the baby to bed.
Her head balked at the idea of getting pregnant but her body wanted him and their baby. Not yet. After they married. But not too long after. Sweat broke out across her skin. She couldn’t risk it. She couldn’t go back to before—alone, scared, so sad she could barely function. She’d never survive that again. She’d barely survived it the first time.
She went into the bathroom, turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on her face. It didn’
