> which half I couldn’t stomach to eat most days. I was handling it all in stride, and for the most part my emotions were in check, and If they weren’t? Easton Masen was right at my side to help solve the days stress. There was a bottle of wine sitting in one corner of >

> our kitchen with the last date I took a drink, as a reminder of just how long it had been. With each week and month that passed, it brought me closer to sobriety and both Easton Masen and I were happy about this. Together. We couldn’t erase the past, but the now is what >

> Easton Masen and I were living for with both of our girls. I had just thrown the last load of laundry in the dryer, grabbed a bottle of water and crashed on the sofa to sit for the first time today, as the girls colored on the coffee table three feet away from me.) Can I >

> color too? Easton Masen should be home soon, we can color him some pictures! He would love that!

I must have been on your mind, love.

I’d marry you again if we weren’t already. (Grins)

How I got pregnant again.

Who says we need money? I’ve never needed all the bougie shit, babe. Just you.

We could do that! That’s a place we could WIN money. (Snorts)

Seriously?! Don’t be toying with me, Easton Masen. Pregnancy hormones are no joke, especially with two of them.

I’m in a fuck it all mood too. This weather is ridiculous and covid is annoying.

Then let’s fucking go! Make it happen, baby.

Why wouldn’t I want to, babe? (Raises a brow)

I’m not broken, we can still go! (Winks)

(Rolls my eyes at this statement) I’m pregnant, Easton, not unstable.

Mmhm. Alright, so make this happen and we will be gone.

That’s an absolute yes, love! (Grins) I’ll find my best leggings too. (Winks)

Have I ever told you that you’re the best husband ever? (Grins)

I’m definitely the kind of wife that strokes his ego.

Mmhm. Especially those other amazing things.