Part Two
A few days later, My Big, Big Brother and my Little Big Brother helped me move into my new apartment. The insisted on helping me as soon as I told them I was pregnant.
There were a few questions. My family wanted to know who was my baby's father, I proudly told them, Nicholas D. Wolfwood. They asked where he was and I told them that he had died a few months ago. They asked if I loved him and I answered yes, with all of my heart. They asked if he loved me, I said I believed he did. They were satisfied after that.
My mother suggested I get a big apartment with two bedrooms. I thought it was a brilliant idea and as soon as I could, I moved into my own place, close to Bernardelli HQ.
I spent the middle months of my pregnancy shopping for things for my new apartment and unpacking the little of what was left of my property that I had placed into storage before Meryl and I began our assignment.
I sigh. That seemed too long ago. It has been over a years. One Year and we been home. It feels strange to be home after so long of a time. It doesn't even feel like home, but soon it will.
My child is due in two months and with my baby's help we will make this place ours.