When we were 26.
So all of it was true, love was really sweeter and stronger the second time around. After that incident a year ago, I had decided to be more focused on the family that we were trying to build. And after how many tries, we were finally blessed for a baby. Yes, I had got pregnant.
I was having a critical situation upon giving birth to our first child, but we both are strong enough to survive it. It was so painful but all of that was worth it. The feeling that I felt as I held our baby was the best, he was the fruit of our own blood and flesh. He was the living evidence of our love for each other.
We named him Rich, which came from his Daddy's second name. He was totally just like his father, he hundred percent looked like his father's mini me. He was our everything and his existence made us more matured. It was really different, the thought of having a child was different kind of fullfilment. The fact that finally I was not just a girl for I was a wife and a mother was hear melting, and I couldn't wish for something more.
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10 Years and Counting
Historia CortaShe was never quite ready, but she was brave. She never seemed shattered, she was a breathtaking mosaic of the battles that she won. And the universe loved that.
