You were married to Luke. He was everything you could ever ask for. Your sister-in-law, Sarah, was a different story.

You and Luke had always wanted children, but you kept having miscarriages. Every name you gave to your dead babies, Sarah would steal for her own.

Sarah absolutely despised you. Luke used to tell her that she would be his first priority always, but after you married him, you were his first priority now.

You had three miscarriages, your first one you named Fae. Sarah stole that name for her first baby. The second you named James. Sarah stole that for her second baby. The third you named Lizzie. Sarah stole that name too.

It broke your heart, but Luke said that was just how she was, so you accepted it.

One day, you find out you were pregnant. You hadn’t been so happy in your life, you told Luke and he seemed as happy as you were. You waited for 5 months before telling the family. You wanted to make sure.

Sarah was having another baby shower, you and Luke came. You wore a long flowy dress that hid your bump. You were going to announce you were pregnant again.

You got to the venue a little late, Sarah was talking to relatives about her children and their names. Luke had a warm hand on your lower back.

“Let’s find some seats.” he says.