~Mia~
Once Kay left to go upstairs and wake her husband, Ayden went outside to get our luggage. I stood inside the sitting room, feeling awkward at best. As I observed my surroundings, I studied the pictures hanging on the walls, the shelves, and the mantle over the fireplace. The ones of Ayden made me smile. Even as a teenager, he was a cutie. Maybe I was biased.
Taking my time to view the pictures, I made a slow sweep across the room, enjoying some of the funny photos of my fiancé. If we had a son and he resembled his father, I was dreading motherhood. All the girls would love him. What was the old saying? I’d have to keep a stick around to beat the girls off him.
I chuckled. Girl or boy, our child would be special, no matter what he or she looked like. The baby would be ours, and tha
