*Grace POV*
"Are you ready?" I asked Jameson as he was lying on the sofa watching the news. "We should have already been on our way to Brave River over an hour ago," I stated.
I was the cause of us running late. We were just about to leave when I had an ungodly bout of morning sickness. All it took was the smell of Jameson's Red Hot Mama pickled sausage he was eating to set me off. So, I guess if I really wanted to blame him I could. Who the hell eats that kind of crap first thing in the morning?
"Yea, everything is loaded already. Was just waiting for you, babe," he replied. He helped me get my jacket on, and then slid his hoodie over his head. It was cold out this morning, so I snagged one of the throw blankets that Regina makes sure every room has plenty of.
I was so happy to be ma
