Tiffany
My head is a blank slate. When Little Larry first told me to be his new mommy, I felt a pang of guilt. First, that I was taking him away from his mother and what he'd been used to. But I felt honored too. Now, though, everything is changing. I don't think I'm ready just yet to be that person for him and marrying his father isn't saying exactly that, right?
I can't believe we never talked about the idea of having kids. I want kids of my own, of course. Five years, I realize now, is a freakishly long time to be celibate and not have my own family. Five years means I'll be standing static with a man, a son, that can never be mine.
"What are you thinking about?" Larry sends the text next after mine arrives.
I scrunch my face at him and type an answer. "Larry wants a little sister
