My Husband Ordered A Towbar, But I'm The Wife Who Got Pregnant
Her husband was too busy for a baby; the man working on her driveway wasn't.
I’d just stepped through the front door of our little semi-detached, the adrenaline-laced buzz from a successful meeting with a new client still faintly vibrating in my chest. I run my own graphic design business from home, which usually means jeans and a messy bun, but today demanded a professional look. I was dressed to impress the client, yes, but also Hamish, my husband. I locked the door, letting the weight of the da...