#Chapter93

Forty One

I Brushed over my curls and let them rest on my shoulders. My eyes drifted down to my exposed belly. My hand moved to lay flat. " You ready for the beach" I whispered softly.

I grinned as I felt pressure on my lower belly. As the weeks go by I find it easier to talk with my baby without feeling the overwhelming amount of guilt from Tia.

Tia

I still struggle to believe that I'm able to see her so often.

We came to an arrangement with Sarah that me and Trey would be able to organise plans with Tia when she was off from school....