My stitches were still fresh when my husband told me to find my own way home.
He stood outside the maternity ward in a cream linen shirt, sunglasses hanging from his collar, a suitcase beside his polished shoes. His mother was already waiting in the Maybach. His sister was in the back seat, checking her lipstick in a compact mirror. Pregnancy& Maternity
“We can’t miss the flight,” Daniel said, glancing at his watch. “The jet leaves for Hawaii in ninety minutes.”
I stared at him, my newborn daughter sleeping against my chest, her tiny breath warm through the hospital blanket. Pregnancy& Maternity
“You’re leaving now?” I asked.
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