40 Crumbling Into Pieces

..Isabella POV...

Clayton has left the room; he seems angry and is about to burst out in a fit of anger. I know the truth needs to be revealed, but he is scared beyond compare, and right now, I am the last person that he wants to see.

So as he leaves the driveway, I grab a comfy blanket and my notebook to start planning for the arrival of our little Jackson Junior. But I soon find myself writing him a letter.

"My dear Clayton,

For days I've been looking for the right words to express my feelings to you. To the man I love.

And I hope I won't disappoint you because there is so much I would like to say to you, and there are not enough words to explain my deepest thoughts about you.

Thank you for entering my life when I least expected it and when I most needed it.