“That story is amazing, Princess.” Chance swiped his fingers along the tears falling from my eyes and said, “Thank you for giving me that second chance.” He leaned down and kissed my five-months pregnant belly that stretched through the lace of my empire waist gown. The baby boy we were expecting would be named after its daddy.
My second Chance.
Chance kept his head on my stomach. I ran my fingers through his hair and said, “Only fair. I gave you your second chance, and now you’re giving me mine.”
My second Chance.
Chance kept his head on my stomach. I ran my fingers through his hair and said, “Only fair. I gave you your second chance, and now you’re giving me mine.”
