But that's not how things turned out.

Baby Masie inserted herself into the timeline, and that's okay. We'd always planned to have a family, and Bella's job as a freelance writer gave her the flexibility to balance pregnancy and work.

Our wedding is later this year.

I swallow the pain that thought brings. "Garrett's an asshole."

No reason to sugarcoat.

She has a cute wrinkle between her brows. "And we're not together any longer?"

I lay Masie in her carrier. "Nope. It's been five years."

Wide eyes.

Quick pants.

"I've lost that much time?"

"Yeah." I nod, worried. "Just breathe."