Tish POV
I strip off my clothes, leaving a trail to our bedroom. Pausing at the top of the stairs, I peek over the edge to see if they are coming. I expected to hear them playfully running and pushing each other out of the way to get to me, but I am met with silence. I know it has been a difficult night, but I thought we could all use a little release. Maybe I am expecting too much.
My shoulders sag, and I turn toward our newly remodeled bedroom. I push the door open and walk inside. The early morning sun is beginning to shine through the windows, casting a golden hue over the room.
The sun glimmers off the mirror, and I inch my way toward it. Since getting pregnant, I haven't spent much time looking at myself. I am afraid of what I might see. My clothes are getting tighter, and
