The baby shook her fists then and let out a lusty wail. Paul looked over at Michelle, a smile teasing the corner of his mouth.
“My God,” he groaned. “Not another one.”
Michelle just smiled.
Paul sat there with his little family. God, he’d almost lost all of it because of his pride. Michelle’s fire, her love, her trust. Now the years spread out before him, full of laughing and shouting and loving. And he wouldn’t want it any other way.
About the Author
JoMarie DeGioia has been making up stories for as long as she can remember and has spent a lot of years giving voice to the characters in her head. In her world outside of writing she’s known Mickey Mouse from the “inside” at Walt Disney World, has been a copy-editor for her town’s newspaper, and currently works for a major bookseller. She makes her home in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia. She’s married with two daughters, both bitten by the writing bug.
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