Raquel
These bouts of morning sickness are turning out to be a right ol’ b***h. For better or for worse, Gabriel thinks I’m just worn down from all the stress. I don’t think he suspects I’m pregnant yet, which is fine by me because I don’t know if I’m ready to tell him. Now really doesn’t seem like the right time. Then again, is there ever a right time?
When we cross the French-Swiss border, I come to the conclusion that there isn’t. We’re in the home stretch now. As sick as I might be, I’m also buzzing with nervous excitement. When the streets and buildings start to look familiar to me, I know we’re back in Montpellier before Gabriel even announces, “We’re here.”
Making our way up the big driveway in front of his country home is surreal. It feels like a lifetime ago since I was here. I
