373 Stop Stalling

(Winona)

The master suite itself is almost absurdly luxurious, but I’ve managed to carve out a little space to breathe here. There’s a separate living area off the bedroom and ensuite.

And for the past fifteen minutes, I’ve been psyching myself up, trying to gather the courage to take this test.

I know I need to know, and I know it can’t wait any longer, yet each time I look at it, I freeze.

Henry’s cries pierce the silence. His nursery is the massive walk-in closet. I wish there was space for the other kids too, but the monitors are doing the job for now. Right now, I'm grateful to have Henry close at least.

I drop the test on the small table, as I head to his crib. Henry’s face is scrunched up, red and wailing, his little fists flailing. I scoop him up, rocking him gently, feeling the weight of him in my arms.

I can’t help but smile; he’s been through so much, and yet he’s so resilient.

“It’s okay, little man,” I whisper, bouncing him gently as his cries settle. “It’s just you and m