Kristen Proby

“No, no sign of your Aunt Millie, but your Uncle Cyrus wants to know why you haven’t wound

“No, no sign of your Aunt Millie, but your Uncle Cyrus wants to know why you haven’t wound

Jojoba and melaleuca oils,” she mutters, making

“I want to bring Kate O’Shaughnessy in.”

“You’re a mom. You’re a real woman. Your body is perfect, just the way it is.”

I cringe.

“Stop it.” He kisses me again and pushes his hand under my shirt.

Ailish, our two-month-old daughter, squirms in the baby carrier I have strapped

‘If you don’t heal from what hurt you, you’ll bleed on those who didn’t cut you.’

“If you need or want to bring them home early, it’s no problem,” Tash assures Fallon.

“I lived in a haunted apartment,” Kate says, still stuck on the previous conversation.

“It’s okay, sugar, she’s not a bad ghost.” Mallory pats Kate’s shoulder. “Ah, you’re going to have a baby.”

“I just know things sometimes. It’s going to be a beautiful baby. You don’t have anything to worry about.”