7 months later
Somewhere in California
I looked down at the perfect, beautiful face of my son. He had been in my arms for less than a day, and I couldn't stop looking at him. From the moment that I found out about him till he was put in my arms, my life had revolved around this tiny little life I was responsible for.
It had been hard... so hard to walk away from my family and my friends. But I couldn't risk anything happening to him.
My only regrets were the pain I had caused Scott and Becca. What Becca had been going through was some of the worst pain a person could go for. I knew from experience that losing everyone you loved and depended on was some of the most horrible, intense pain that I had ever felt in my life. The only thing that had kept me going was this little one growing inside me.