Amy's grey-blue eyes fluttered open, heavy with sleep. She stretched and quickly pulled the covers up to her nose, shielding herself from the frosty January air that had invaded her room over night. She shivered at the thought of having to leave her warm haven and venture out into the nippy air to begin her day.
She heard a distant muffled cry that startled her at first, but she then remembered baby Holly, only a day old. She was born just the day before, with the help of herself and Ty.
Ty. Amy's heart lurched. Pain stabbed at her. Only a few short months ago they had been happy, perfect. But then Blair happened, and Chase. But those two had only helped things along. She and Ty had brought this on themselves. She bit her lip in attempt to hold back the tears which, at any moment, could overflow.
She thought she was over this, but the thought of Ty having any feelings for another girl sent another dagger through her heart. She had loved Ty then, but had Ty loved her then? The possibility of no hurt. She and Ty were trying to move on now, but something wasn't right.
What was it? Doubt. Did she love him now? Not knowing hurt most of all. A single tear ran down her cheek.