Nancy Barone

Slipping into my galoshes and throwing a coat over my bare shoulders,

build a family together,

I nodded, rubbing my cheek against his shoulder.

It was now or never.

Baby? I’m going to be a father?’

I’m not sure I’m ready to be a father just yet,

We’re much too young to start a family. We have a company – our livelihood to nurture. How is a baby going to get our lives into gear?’

You don’t love me, do you?

Please say you love me

Please don’t tell me I’ve thrown my heart away.