My Husband Wants My Baby's Blood

Summary

I met Logan on May twentieth. We fell in love on May twentieth.

Now, I am pregnant, due in August.

But his mother has made it chillingly clear: we will only get her blessing to buy a marriage license if the baby is a boy.

Logan used to wrap his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder, a soft smile on his face. "Wouldn’t it be perfect if our baby was born on May twentieth, too? A complete, beautiful circle."

I thought he was just being a foolish romantic. In May, the baby would only be twenty-four weeks along. A micro-preemie.