“I would like to make a toast.” My thoughts go to the toast I was supposed to be making at our wedding and I blow out a deep breath. “My darling Natasha, today could have been a monumental day in our lives but instead I am sitting in a bar drinking your favorite drink and discussing your burial status.” My eyes tear up. “I desperately wish we were drinking tea and celebrating our news,” I whisper. The boys both frown. “What news?” Cameron asks. “Natasha’s period was due today. We were trying for a baby,” I reply on autopilot.
