It was a cold winter day in December month. I was just moved from Manhattan, where I took my education in fashion, to London, England. My husband and I had just finished moving all our stuff into the new apartment. He was out working, so I could spend my time alone, to gather my thoughts.
I thought back on my first husband, we where only married for one year, he had been cheating on me , and because of that we got separated and later divorced. I took a sip of my Thé, and looked out of the window, the sun had just raised over the other roof tops. I had just turned 29 yesterday and john and I, that is the name of my husband, had been talking about getting a child. I dined know what to do, because I thought that I was too old to get a child now, but john did say that many people get kids when they are close or in the 30’es.
If we get a child, what if john also cheats on me, then I will be a lonely mother, or the child would have to switch be twin living at me and john. On the other hand, it would be nice to have a son or a daughter; no I think I want a son, if it was that mater. I love john and I know john loves me, so I don’t think we are going to break up. Ok I have decided. I want a child.
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