She'd been in labor for over a week. False labor, practice labor. Contractions that weren't regular or strong plagued her all day and all night, every day and every night. She'd been told that when it was actually time she would know. She'd resorted to old wives tales to get the contractions to progress but Christmas came and went and then it was ( Read more... )

After talking to Danny about marriage and such, Savannah got it into her head that she really did need to meet Steve. Danny was such a good man and so good with the kids, not to mention an amazing man in general, that she felt a bit obligated to look out for him. Not that she needed to, she was sure. If he was going to get married and all there was ( Read more... )

At the end of the day all she really wanted to do was relax. Her ankles were swollen and her back was stiff and she generally had paint and glitter beneath her nails. Oh, but it was a good sort of tired. It was the tired that came after a day well spent. And this evening, after parents had had dinner and had collected their kids, Savannah got some ( Read more... )

Savannah had been going to the doctor pretty regular. Not with any appointments or anything, just often enough to know things were progressing as they should be. And now she was sixteen weeks and the books all said it was about time for an ultrasound. The books also said she might be feeling the quickening soon and she'd been paying attention and ( Read more... )

[after this]For the first time in weeks, Savannah entered the hot, still air of the barn, sweet with hay and rank with manure, and she didn't feel like vomiting. It was like a miracle from God, she thought. She had her hair pulled back in a loose ponytail and she had every intention of heading straight for her equipment to start brushing down stall ( Read more... )

Once they'd made the decision and she'd talked to them both, Savannah was ready for the experience of her life. They'd gotten started right away. Finding Juliet had been fortuitous and the process wasn't exactly the old fashioned way but it was almost just as effective. There just happened to be a jar and a syringe as an intermediary since she wasn ( Read more... )

It was only a two day job to build a nice sized porch onto her hit. Savannah had wanted something simple that she could sit on and listen to the night and smell the orchard. It wasn't the sort of thing she could do herself and it wasn't big enough to warrant the whole building crew being recruited so she just asked Logan if he might be interested ( Read more... )

The party was days behind her but every time Savannah thought about it she would blush and cringe inside. She'd found solace in the barn today, brushing one of the horses and talking about nothing, really. She didn't talk about dancing, she didn't talk about telling peopleshe loved them, she didn't talk about the boy who danced for her, gyrating ( Read more... )

She was out of it. Savannah was touching everyone and she came close to peeling her shirt off when it got hot. She felt funny-- not herself ( Read more... )

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