Chapter Thirty-Four
Susannah
“Mwah!” Maisie exclaimed as she dropped an exaggerated kiss on Max’s belly.
I watched as she spun him around on her lap, adjusting the fresh diaper she’d just put on him before she pulled on a lightweight fleece sleeper. Little Max was almost three months old now, a chubby little baby boy with curly dark hair just like his mother’s.
My heart squeezed, a wave of emotion hitting me so hard I almost burst into tears. I had started to feel our baby. I’d felt it since I’d known I was pregnant, but now I was having entire conversations with it. I’d somehow convinced myself we were having a little boy. I had many weeks to go before I would know that for certain.
Maisie stood, settling Max in his rocker nearby. Inside of a matter of seconds, he fell asleep. Maisie
