Welcome back! Last week, we got a peek into soldier Charlie's softer side when he insisted they go back to the Italian pound and adopt the twin brother of the little dog we'd just given a home.
Thoughts of our puppies fizzled as I glanced from my ring to his haggard face and rested my hands on my belly again. Charlie seemed to read my thoughts. “I am so, so sorry Sara, I love all of you, Lil’ Grub, too.”
Thoughts of our puppies fizzled as I glanced from my ring to his haggard face and rested my hands on my belly again. Charlie seemed to read my thoughts. “I am so, so sorry Sara, I love all of you, Lil’ Grub, too.”
Emotion threatened to choke me as I
remembered the night we almost lost our baby. I was ten weeks along and we’d
just made love. I went to the restroom to get ready for bed and discovered I
was bleeding. Big black clots trailed by bright red blood covered the bottom of
the tiny European toilet. I called for Charlie through a veil of
tears.
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