“We’re going to feed ourselves, and then I’m going to tell you how this will go down.” As we placed our salad orders, I had waves of anxiousness.
I had to be patient, but my mom’s strategy was perfect. “Just trust the process, Trina,” she said. “This is the only way it will blow up for everyone involved.”
I greeted Liam with a smile when he got back from his alleged business trip. I forced a smile and replied, “Welcome home,”
As I waited to carry out my mother’s plan, the week passed by in a flash. On Friday afternoon, she remarked, “Hi, darling,” as I opened the door for her. “Is Liam still working?
“Yes, do you have everything I need?” I inquired. A tiny box containing a pregnancy test was given to me by my mother.
