Chapter 89 Second Chances

For the first month, besides being a mother, my life had no meaning. Samantha was always with Blue. She daunted on him, showered him with love, and devotion. They played, she sang, she read, she bathed him, dressed him, slept with him in the nursery, took walks, fed him, the list was endless. I tagged along in all the activities but it soon seemed as if I was a third party, like I was a leech to Samantha, as if I was monitoring or keeping an eye on her. It made us rigid with each other, and the easygoing conversations and friendship turned sour.