Maybe it’s because she was once carrying our child and I witnessed the start of the swelling of her womb. I loved her already, but knowing she was going to be the mother of my child made me worship her in ways I had no idea existed. I wanted to marry her at the age of nineteen, for fuck’s sake. We were young, but we were fully prepared to take on every single hurdle that would’ve been thrown at us. Until that last one. I shake off my thoughts and stare at the beautiful woman in front of me – her freckled, tanned skin, the curves she hates but I love.
