Happily Ever After? Not So Much

A Month Later…

Brixlee paced back and forth in the living room, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. She was a nervous wreck. Nathan's father was due to arrive any minute, and she was terrified.

"Please stop panicking, Brixlee," Nathan said, his tone filled with worry. "You're going to make yourself and our baby, sick."

Brixlee glared at him for a moment, then rolled her eyes and continued pacing. "How do you expect me to be calm?" she snapped.

Taking a deep breath, Brixlee slowly lowered herself onto the couch. Her anxiety had been building up ever since Nathan informed her about his father's upcoming visit. It felt like she had been holding her breath since that moment, worried about how the encounter would unfold. Nathan's father had always been somewhat mean towards her after he told her about her mother. It puzzled her why Nathan’s father held onto her mother's past mistakes, as if she were responsible for them.

It was true that her mother used to work for Nathan’s father a