Four years later.
Olivia had to blink multiple times just to make sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her.
Two red lines. The nausea and headache that had plagued her for weeks finally had an explanation. She was going to be a mom.
Olivia had dreamed of having a child ever since she got married, longing for the feeling of cradling her baby in her arms. After years of hoping and praying, God had finally granted her heartfelt plea.
She gently wiped the happy tears from the corners of her eyes as her other hand drifted to her still-flat stomach. Would the baby have her husband's hair? Or would it look like her?
Clayton was the first person she wanted to tell the good news to, but he was away on an important mission. He had recently been promoted to the rank of General at only 32. Oli
