Prologue
Written by Corinne Michaels
Present day…
“Mom! Can you help me bring down this box?” I yell as I’m hauling yet another box from the attic of my parents’ house.
I love them, but they sure love to keep everything.
“Give me a second, I’m making lunch!” she calls back.
Liam enters the attic, sweat trickling down his face and groans. “I’ve been through BUDs and countless schools with some of the toughest instructors and they have nothing on your mother.”
I laugh and shrug. He’s not wrong. My mother is crazy, brilliant, and likes things in order, exactly like me. Lord knows it doesn’t come from my father who can’t organize a thing. “She had to manage my father.”
“And you. You’re a handful.”
He’s stupid, amazing, but stupid. “You should talk.”
“Oh, I know I’m a mess, but what does it say about you?”
“Me?”
He grins. “You married me.”
“That I did. God help me. And I let you knock me up.”
Liam looks at my belly. “How is the baby?”
“Good,” I reassure him. Each trip he asks and tries to tell me how I need to take it easy. Not sure how much easier I can take it when I don’t move.
I reach down into the box, noting it’s yet another box of old books. “She has so many old books up here. I’m not sure why she has kept them all.”
“Because she’s also a hoarder.”
“She’s not a hoarder.”
He lifts up some VHS tapes from a box. “No? And what, my love, is she watching these on?”
I get up and walk over to another section of very old appliances and show him the VCR. “This?”
“So she likes old things that probably don’t work?”
“She likes my father.”
He laughs. “And what about you? Is this a glimpse into our married life?”
I walk over to my extremely attractive husband, wishing I could wrap my arms around him fully, but my belly stops us. “Maybe. Would you hate me if it was?”
His grin is playful. “I could never hate you.”
“Good to know.”
“However, I will tell you there is not a single part of me that’s excited about you turning our house into this.”
“Noted.” I lean up and kiss him. “Now, move boxes while I keep sorting.”
He walks me back over to the chair I was in for the last two hours and stretch. I’m only seven months pregnant, but you’d swear I was nine. I’m so big and uncomfortable. Liam didn’t give me hell about this because my parents are moving to Virginia Beach to help with the kids while he goes back into the field in a few months.
