Becky may never see Matt again after he goes back to war. Once she's given herself to him, what else can she give?
Our shop-a-thon had cost me more than just maxed out credit cards. My back ached, my feet throbbed, and the rest of me felt tired, bloated, and crappy. To be fair, all that started long before I hit the mall. Being eight months pregnant can do that to a girl. Make that an unmarried, pregnant girl.
Of course, Iím no girl either, although it does seem like I stopped growing a lot sooner than the ownerís manual told my parentís to expect. In her infinite wisdom, Mother Nature decided five-foot nothing was more than enough for Becky Miller to handle. So thereís not a whole lot of me to pack around a baby who keeps getting bigger by the hour and seems anxious to climb out and look around.
Itís not like I didnít know better. This baby will be my second. My first, Kylie, is two going on twenty-five and canít wait to play with her baby brother. Knowing better and doing whatís smart isnít the same thing. At least it isnít for me, not after falling in love with someone I may never see again.