Isn't it lovely all alone

–11 month time skip–

He was late.

Sierra, our surrogate, had gone into labour and was about to give birth to our baby, and Luke was late.

Fuck him, honestly.

If he missed this, I swore to God I just might have murdered him.

The doctor said we couldn't wait any longer, and if we did, Sierra would have to have an emergency C-section.

I wasn't going to do that to her.

What I would do, was plot Luke's death.

Maybe I could kill him with the baby's cuteness?

No, that sounded like an amazing way to die.

Maybe I could-

The door opened.

Luke was here.

Luke was here to see our baby's birth.

Fuck, I was happy.