Coming back home was something I had always disliked after important and amazing travels like those. I thought I would be the saddest to come back home when we planned the places to visit for our honeymoon. But after I discovered I was pregnant I stopped disliking coming back to my city. I wanted to be there to enjoy my time with my man and tell everyone the news.
Now I understood why I took so long to convince Carl to have a baby with me and when I finally did -
- after years - we weren't able to have it after so many attempts.
Now it made sense, it wasn't my destiny, it wasn't our purpose. I just had to meet the right one and have kids with him.
Everything seemed to fit perfectly in our plan of life.
When we arrived back home, as easily predictable, Joanna welcomed us in by opening the door slowly. The rest of the house was dark so I deduced she had planned a surprise but decided not to ruin it.
