Renee’s POV
One Year Later
The doorbell chimes and echoes throughout our tall white ceilings.
“I’ll get it!” Debbie says while running to the foyer. She’s seven years old but is already a head taller than all her peers, her long shapely legs allow her to make vast strides and she’s out of the living room where Eric, Liam, and I still remain on the floor.
Liam squeals with delight and flaps his chubby arms. He’s so darn cute.
“They’re here!” Debbie’s voice sounds a second layer. Eric gives me a playfully sarcastic shocked expression.
I laugh and toss the back of my hand against his chest. “I’ll go get them,” I say and rise to my feet. Eric hurries to help me stance. “I’m only in the first trimester,” I tell him, “I’m fully capable of getting up on my feet,”
Eric ignores me. C
