Bigger and bigger my stomach grew.
I seemed to get weaker each day. More exhausted, more hungry.
Ethan stayed by my side, helping me in every way, even though the baby wasn't his.
My anticipation got worse. I wanted to meet my baby more than anything.
Finally the day came.
Ethan rushed me to the hospital.
In four hours, I was holding my son.
Bright blue eyes, and a teeny bit of dark brown hair. His skin was tan.
Ethan smiled when he held him.
My son wouldn't know who his father really was. I couldn't let him know.
All we could do was raise him like he was Ethan's.
And that worked, too.
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Happy Summer vacation!
I won't be updating until next week. We're going to the beach:)
Have a good day, tatoes.
AmbrosiaRose
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