Cassie sat in her room staring out the window. It had been three months since her husband died and yet the melancholy that enveloped her would not let go. But it wasn’t just her husband’s death that haunted her. She was, unfortunately, hit with a double whammy that night.
She was three months into her pregnancy and she and her husband, Greg, had decided to go out and celebrate. It was the first successful pregnancy she’d had since they started trying to conceive. It had taken them nearly three years and after two miscarriages and more hormone injections than Cassie would ever want to think about, the pregnancy finally took.
“If it’s a boy, we’ll have to name him Greg Jr.,” Greg said, taking her hand.
“Oh, you think so, do you? And what if I want to name him something else?” she teased.
Bringing her hand to his lips, he kissed it, “I may be willing to negotiate… for the right price.” He winked at her.
She laughed, “Only you would use sex as a bargaining chip.”
“Hey! I never even mentioned the word sex, but if it’s on the table…” he shrugged, then grinned.