J.L. Beck

wanders over, his hands shoved into his robe pockets. "She's here, isn't she? She can either do it, or she’ll be stuck out here by herself.”

Aspen was pregnant.

She was carrying something inside of her I never knew I longed for.

A baby… our baby.

recognize her.

"Have we met before?"

She shuffles the towels between her hands, and I rush over to help her. When she waves me off and carries the stack into the bathroom, I wait by the bed.

Returning, she smoothes her hand down her pants. "Sorry abou