When October rolled around, I watched our home transform. Decorations covered every inch of the house. A garland made of Maple Tree leaves covered the living room mantel. Bo flicked on the orange lights every night, bringing luminance to each burnt orange leaf. The place we lived turned into a pumpkin patch.

I hadn't realized how quickly two months goes by. In August, I married Bo, and Chase moved in. The bump on Bo's belly has grown more. We were three months away from delivering the baby, four days away from Seth's trial, and a week away from meeting Nicole in court. Without an ounce of convincing, Chase agreed to testify in court. He was going to tell the judge he wanted to be with us.

As the day fell into night, Chase sat at the dining room table finishing his homework. Bo was in the kitchen making candy apples for an after-dinner treat. The kid wanted to help her, but the rule in the house was, homework comes first. He never protested or grew upset with us. Taking care of him was easy.

After dinner, Bo was going to set up the table to carve pumpkins. There were many things Chase has never done, and that was one of them. Of course, Bo couldn't have that, so we bought the biggest pumpkins Bo could find at the store.

Today at the store, I realized how protective over my girl Chase was. He refused to let her pick up any pumpkins. He worried she would hurt herself or the baby. He intervened before I could. They were practically best friends.

He looked at Bo with love in his eyes. It made me realize how much a mother's touch means. It made me realize how attached I grew to Bo because of the missing affection she showed me. There were only a few times where I missed the person my mom used to be before everything happened. Then I would look at Bo, and I would realize her love saved me when my mom left me.

"How are you doing, Chase?" Bo came waddling toward the kid with her hand rested over her bump.

He looked up at her with a smile. "I am almost done."

"Let me know, and I will look over it for you," she rubs his head before coming toward me. "Are you okay?"

I nodded, pressing a kiss to her stomach. "Do you need help in the kitchen?"

"I saved a batch of apples for you two," she rested her hand on my shoulder.

"I think I am done," Chase looked up at us. "Sorry for interrupting. Did I interrupt?"

"No," I shake my head. "You are okay."

I held onto the paper he slid to me. Bo stood above me, reading over the paper as my eyes scanned the words on the page. My curly-haired girl loved his writing. We both thought he had a gift. A few days ago, he told us he signed up for Journalism. He wanted to write for the paper and not just the school one, but a famous newspaper.

When he came to us with this new information, it was almost as if he was asking us if it were okay. It didn't seem as if he were asking for our permission, but our support. Bo made it clear we were going to behind anything he chose to do with his life. We watched as his eyes lit up. It was as if he had never been told that before.

"This is great," Bo smiled. "You are very talented."

He grinned as he stared down at the table. "Do you think it will be good enough for the paper?"

"Do you think the paper will be good enough for you?" Bo shot back.

"You write better than half of the reporters out there," I shrugged. "You are way more than good enough."

"I love you guys," his eyes shot up to look at us as he realized what he said. "Uh - I am sorry."

"We love you too," Bo walked toward him, embracing him in a hug.

I stood up from my seat, pulling them both into my embrace. Bo pressed a kiss to his head as he cried. There were things that were still new to him. A few days ago, Bo asked him what he wanted to do for his upcoming birthday. All he wanted was a cake because he never had one to himself.

When he asked what kind he wanted, he wasn't sure. My curly-haired wife made it a point to buy all of the cakes, even the cheesecake. We sat at the table, taste-testing each one until he decided on the ice cream one. So, Bo put in a special order at the bakery for an ice cream cake with his name etched out on the top.

The hug broke as I moved away from them. Chase stood from his seat, following Bo to the kitchen as I trailed along. Halloween music played through the speaker in the kitchen as we dipped apples in caramel.

I wrapped my arm over Bo's shoulder, pulling her into my side. "I love you."

She smiled up at me. "I love you."

When she bent over to check the pot pie in the oven, I slipped on the oven mitts to help her. While she protested, that didn't stop me from pulling it out anyway. I shoveled the oven-baked meal onto the plates. Bo tried to carry them out, but Chase was taking them from her hands.

"I am not incapable," she smacked him with the towel.

He laughed. "I'm just trying to help."

"Your help is very appreciated."

"Sit down momma," he pulled a chair out for her. "You look tired."

Her feet were swollen and the kid noticed it. He noticed everything. For some reason, he had a protective stance over Bo. It was as if he was protecting her because he didn't want to give her any reason to leave him. It was never going to happen, even if he didn't.

"Alright," she smiled. "Who is going first?"

We did it one night and we have done it every night since. "I'll start. I'm thankful for my wife and the life we are creating. I am also thankful for our baby and Chase."

Chase cleared his throat. "I am thankful for both of you, and for all of the firsts I am having like making caramel apples."

Bo smiled. "I am thankful for my boys and the time we get to spend together."

While we ate, I saw the discomfort on Bo's face. "Are you okay?"

Her brows furrowed. "I'm in a little bit of pain. That's all."

"What do you want me to do?"

She started shaking her head. "I'm okay."

As her knuckles whitened over the grip of her fork, I knew she was lying. "Bo, what's going on?"

"My stomach hurts," she shifted in her seat. "It happens sometimes."

"Do you want to lay down?"

"No, we still have pumpkins to carve."

"We can do it tomorrow," Chase suggested. "It will be Saturday. All of the scary movies are on tomorrow."

"Are you sure?" She stared with remorse." I don't want to ruin -"

"You aren't ruining anything, momma."

She smiled at him before pushing away from her seat. "I need to go lay down."

"Bedtime," I nodded. "Ready for bed, kid?"

He stood up at the same time I did. My arms swept Bo off of her feet, stopping her attempt to walk up the stairs by herself. She clutched her stomach as I laid her on the bed. Chase bid us goodnight before walking off toward his room.

"Bo -"

"Can you rub my stomach, please?"

I slid into the spot next to her. "Of course. What is going on?"

"He keeps shifting," she whimpers. "It just hurts."

"You are doing too much," I tell her as my hands rubbed circles over her stomach. "You need to slow down, Bo."

"Who else -"

"Me," I snapped at her attitude. "I will help you. Just ask."

"I hate making you do everything," she looked at me with saddened eyes. "I am capable of doing things on my own."

"I know that," I promised. "But you are carrying a baby."

"I'm just stressing out," she looks over at me. "I haven't been able to sleep."

"Why don't you wake me up?"

"I promise I will next time," she clutched my hand.

A knock came at the door. "Hey, I brought you some water and your heating pad from downstairs."

Bo looked up at Chase. "Thank you."

"Are you okay?"

"I am okay," she promised.

"Do you want to come sit in here?" I asked him.

He looked between the both of us, almost as if he was fighting with himself. His movements were slow as he came toward the bed. I handed him a pillow as he laid at the end of our feet. Bo curled into my side, allowing me to rub circles into her skin. I could feel the baby moving around as he adjusted himself.

The television played Halloweentown. And although my curly-haired girl was lying next to me, doing whatever she could to stay awake, she was also failing to do so miserably. She needed all the rest she could get.

It didn't take five minutes for Chase to fall asleep. He was snoring at the end of the bed. When Bo started to get up, I pushed her back down. She wanted to cover him up. I grabbed a blanket from the closer to place over his body. Bo smiled at me as I climbed back in next to her.

My lips met hers. "I love you more than life itself."

"I love you more than the world."

"That means I love you more," I teased.

Her head moved back and forth. "Impossible."

The baby kicked against my stomach. "See the baby even knows his mom is a liar."

"No," she laughed. "The baby knows his dad is full of shit."

I pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Do you want more kids?"

She looked up at me. "We have a soon-to-be sixteen-year-old, a baby on the way, and you are already thinking about more kids?"

"I want a girl," I admit. "A little you, running around the house."

She snuggled further into my side. "I would love to have more kids with you."

"There are going to be so many Carson's running around this earth."

"We should broadcast our condolences for everyone who has to come in contact with one."

"Our kids will be angels."

She snickered. "Yeah, right. They have Carson blood, and their dad is a troublemaker."