I have around one week to go until our baby is due and I’m back home with Mom and Aunt Veronica, because they didn’t want to live in the penthouse with us. Mom still has a thing about being at home. I get that, she doesn’t want to give it up, it’s the last place that she was with Dad and she still holds memories of them being together. She’s not the only one, if I’m honest. I do miss him all the time. Ross bought and built the crib in my old bedroom. He complained at first about us not being at home, but then he found himself spending more time here than in the penthouse.
“We have a nanny on hand to help with things,” he complained once, but it was falling on deaf ears. I wasn’t about to have a baby and hand him over. No, I wanted to be there for every special moment. Besides, I’d put my
