The Wedding Lullaby: Chapter Eight
On Saturday morning, Laurel sat on the floor of the nursery. As she laid out the four-inch-high wooden alphabet letters, a heavy feeling settled in her chest.
Stop thinking.
She double-checked the letter colors against those in the comforter and crib skirt. A perfect match, but that didn’t stop tears from clouding her vision.
No matter how much she pretended everything was okay, it wasn’t. Her insides were tied up in knots. Over the two-weeks they’d be waiting for the test results, over the kiss—make that kisses—yesterday with Brett.
She couldn’t do anything about the wait except have faith everything would work out for the best, but Brett…
The memory of last night was so vivid. Thinking about those kisses made her lips tingle. The way he’d held her
