Liz
One year later…
“Zander, can you pass me my slippers, please?” I say as I try to roll off the bed. “Don’t move, I will be right there, my Liz.” Zander yells from the bathroom. “I swear your brother didn't make me feel so useless. I can see you are going to give me lots of trouble, my princess,” I say while rubbing my very large belly.
“Nonsense, she will be the sweetest little princess ever and a complete daddy’s girl.” Zander says, walking over to help me up. “I have no doubt about the ‘daddy’s girl’ part. At least I will have Matthew,” I say, and he chuckles as he puts my slippers on for me. Luckily, my blood pressure is more manageable with this pregnancy. I think it's because I haven't had any stress.
“I am starving, but I need a shower first. I feel yucky and it's all your fau
