65- Mom?

(Following Day)

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the winding streets of Maplewood.

A slight breeze rustled through the trees lining the road as Camille sat in her car, fingers tapping nervously against the steering wheel.

Her heart felt as if it were performing a delicate ballet, pirouetting between anxiety and overwhelming joy.

Nothing was going to stop it today, “I’m going to tell him we are having a baby,” Camille mumbled as she run her stomach sweetly.

Camille’s mind raced as she replayed the conversations she had rehearsed in her head. The way she’s going to bring the news to...