I was slowly getting bigger, a week ago I reached my twelve weeks. It meant that we considered it to be safe enough to tell our family about this pregnancy. I had a very small pregnant belly. You could barely tell it was there. I did feel different though. Not to mention sick often. Easton helped me the best he could. I just didn't want him to give up a part of his life due to this pregnancy. He also seemed very calm about it all. He told Alex he could raise this child as his own and I started to believe it. Yet deep down I felt concerned about his calm behavior. It was like he was in denial. He might just freak out when the baby was actually here. That concerned me.
“You ready to head downstairs?” Easton asked me.
I stood in front of the tall mirror, taking in the dress I was wearing. I
