#Chapter27

Cayson David Gray

Lucille

My last pregnancy made me happy. This child made it more complicated for me. I had been sicker, crankier, and suffering worse than I ever did. They say every pregnancy is different. No shit.

Nine months of pure hell I endured with this child. That’s fine because they’ll get eighteen years of suffering with me.

Plus, I had two toddlers at home. Grayson worked, and when he wasn’t working, I let him deal with the devil’s children himself. He wanted babies. Well, he got them.

I love my kids, but I wasn’t blind to their bullshit. Parents run around talking about their kids and how...