Gerald
After Carly went home the house felt empty. I had started getting used to hearing her tiny little footsteps walking down the hall and the sound of her little voice and laughter. It kind of sucked. Truthfully, I missed her already.
She had brought joy to my life that I wanted to replicate with my own child. I wondered idly if Meredith was pregnant. We wouldn't know for about another month or so, but I hoped she was. I couldn't wait to have a child of our own.
I could picture it now. A cute little girl with pale skin and Meredith's dark hair. I was sure if she was pregnant that it would be Connor's. There was no way that it could be mine. I mean it could, but Connor was always first to know when Meredith was in heat. He was always first because I was either asleep or at the store
