A R A B E L L A ' S P. O. V
I'm pregnant. God, that took me a long time to get used too.
My stomach had grown into a bump over this past month. My clothes hardly fit, I could no longer bend down to tie my own shoes but the best part was that, I was no longer alone anymore.
I had my baby. Our baby. The last piece of Hardin, currently growing inside of me. We did it, baby. I wanted to scream that so many times. One day I actually did.
I walked to his grave, I sunk to my knees and cried, screaming how we had accomplished what we had tried to all them months ago. Before the war.
I could hardly believe Dr Harriet when she announced that I was three months pregnant. Now four months, and in perfect condition.
This baby saved me. Our baby saved me. Somehow, Hardin managed to protect me
