I was wide awake, Travis sleeping out on my new sofa, covered with a towel and sheet, when he turned and made me blink again, looking up into the roof aimlessly, listening to Beau's tiny breaths that made me exhale in sync with him.
I had slapped Travis right over his face and…. It felt so bad, right down to my stomach, making another turn of guilt that made me want to hurl when I rolled over, not knowing if I would ever sleep alone when I knew he was right outside and didn’t want me.
I sighed and did another turn before giving up and putting my feet down carefully on the carpet below. I tried not to wake up Beau, who was sleeping, and it made me smile; he was so beautiful. He was the most beautiful baby ever, and he was mine.
“Oh god…. What did I do, Beau?” I was whispering it inside
