Becca.
I couldn’t believe it. James was right. Things were finally working out for us, and we would keep Alessandro. The child could grow up with a real life. Janet had emphasized just how valuable my speech had been, which made me feel elated.
It had been from the bottom of my heart, and my feelings were paying off. When we arrived home, I collapsed onto the couch, letting out a soft sigh and relaxing all of my muscles. The kids were asleep, Layla was in her room, and silence settled in the house.
James was here with me and told me I could have some time to myself. He hinted at interest in a little bit… well, more than a little bit… of pleasurable fun soon.
I had time to freshen up and make us dinner. I wanted to make James his favorite dish, something special. The occasion had to be celebrated properly, after all.
