~ One Month and three weeks later~
I nervously ran my hands up and down my stomach, little flutters of kicks follow where my hand lands. I smile as I could tell that he was trying to calm my nerves.
I had just turned 32 weeks in my pregnancy meaning I was eight months into my pregnancy. I had gone to the doctors yesterday with Tyson and we found out from Dr. Holland that I could go into labor at any given moment now due to how far along and how close I am to my due date.
I think I was honestly more nervous than Tyson was. He's been having the same smile plastered on his face and kneeling down to my stomach and telling Boston he's so excited to see him soon.
Like don't get me wrong, I am too. It's just I'm afraid that I won't be able to be the best mother that Boston could have and that
