“You’re telling me,” I breathed out.
The exploding diapers weren’t that great either.
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Two A.M.
I was not a fan of this time of the morning.
It was quiet out in the world. There was no traffic, no one going about their day.
Oh, no. Two in the morning was the time that Joshua had found to be the most awake out of any other time. He refused to go to sleep. Every single night so far.
So, yeah. I wasn’t a fan of nighttime wakefulness. Not many people were, either.
Even though I wasn’t a fan of this time of night, I did cherish each moment with my son. I watched how he began to wiggle and make a few sounds, looking around for anything his eyes could get on. I loved him more than anything else. He was my world.
I could see so much of Zachariah in him, though. I wasn’t sure what Zach would think, but this baby right here had his dark hair. I knew that Josh would be a very handsome man when he grew up, and I couldn’t wait to watch all of his firsts. It didn’t matter to me if Zach would be there or not. All that mattered was that my son would know he was loved and adored by all of family he knew. Everything else would work itself out in time.
I was prepared, as much as I possibly could be, for whatever my husband would want to do. If he didn’t want children, I was okay with that. Joshua and myself were now a packaged deal. It was either both of us, or neither of us.
I wouldn’t let him try to change my mind. Zachariah’s family would stick behind me one hundred percent.
So now, it was all in his hands.
Zachariah knew my location, and he could come find me himself whenever he was ready for us.
