Chapter 135: Madison

Days later, walking to our bathroom, I glance at our calendar for the day. Fallon and Liberty are out most of the day, and Miss Alba will be shopping this morning. 

Me: it’s go time (baby emoji) (heart emoji)

There. That should do it. I better hop in the shower in case Hamilton decides to come home early. With steam enveloping me and hot water pelting my skin, I remind myself not to stress over conceiving. Hamilton says it has to happen this month since he flies to Arizona during my next month’s ovulation window. He takes his baby making very seriously. I prefer to adopt the motto that it will happen when it’s supposed to and not before. Besides, stress impedes the conception process.

I’m not a morning person, but it’s easier to get up and around on days my temperature spikes. While sex with Hamilton always rocks, during the ovulation window, we mate like bunnies, and I can’t help but be perky.