It's taken me forever to sit down and write to you; so much has happened since I penned the first draft of this letter, and I just don't know where to begin. First of all, Teague and I are doing fine. No, we're better than fine--we're perfect. I've never loved anyone in my life as much as I love him, Sathe. He's given me something that no one else ever has, and once I figure out the proper adjective to describe it, I'll let you know what it is.
I'm happy. I'm actually happy.
I'm looking forward to seeing your little one when he's born. Getting rather close to the due date, isn't it? I have a present for you and the baby lying somewhere around the house. I bought it while I was in town today doing a little shopping for Teague. The Brodey physician prescribed a medication for him designed to keep him off his feet for the most part.
Oh yes, I forgot about all that melodrama. There's really too much to entail in a single letter, so I won't even bother trying. I'll give you all the details next time we meet--which will be sooner or later. You can't avoid me forever, precious. (:
In other news, I'm engaged now. I do hope you will have picked your jaw up off of the floor in time to give birth to your baby and ogle over the ring with me--it's beautiful!
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