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."
