My Life for Yours by Vanessa Carnevale

My Life for Yours

My Life for Yours by Vanessa Carnevale
English | 2020| General Fiction > Women’s Fiction| ePUB | 3.1 MB

No parent should ever have to lose a child. No husband should ever have to lose a wife. No one should ever have to choose. Paige and Nick are happy. They have a beautiful home, a loving family and, most importantly, they would do anything for each other. Now, they are having a baby and it feels like all their dreams are coming true. But joy turns to despair when they discover that Paige has a rare, life-threatening heart condition and they lose their longed-for child. Heartbroken, the couple must accept the reality that they may not become parents after all. Just as they begin to come to terms with their loss, Paige unexpectedly falls pregnant again. Paige’s heart is still weak, and to carry the baby to term puts them both at risk. The couple now face an impossible decision: Paige’s life or the life of their unborn child? If Paige keeps the baby, she could lose her life and destroy the man she loves. If Nick tries to stop her, he may lose them both forever. It’s the most important decision they have ever had to make – and time is running out.

‘I’ve been thinking about what your mum said,’ I say to Paige one day, which is exactly three days after Evelyn’s Sunday roast. We’re in the light-filled kitchen of our Bayside Melbourne home, an area we settled on because we love the beach. My commute to work takes an hour in peak traffic even though we live less than twenty kilometres from the children’s hospital. Then again, I rarely travel to and from work during peak traffic anyway.

‘Yeah, which part exactly?’ Paige asks, snapping the snow peas in half. She adds a handful of grated carrot to the salad and moves on to chopping the cucumber.

I slide the tray of salmon into the oven and check on the potatoes. ‘Well, we’ve been married a long time now.’ I suppress a smile. Paige has no idea what’s coming, and I can’t wait to see her reaction when I tell her. There is nothing, absolutely nothing, that she wants more than what I’m going to surprise her with tonight.

‘I know. Seven years. We’re on the road to becoming old together. I don’t even complain about the fact you leave your T-shirts and socks inside out when you put them in the washing basket. I’ve reached a place of acceptance when it comes to your faults.’

I chuckle and open the fridge. ‘Why is this in here?’ I ask, pulling out a box of cereal.

‘Huh?’ she says, glancing over her shoulder.

I lift up the cold box of Weet-Bix.

‘Oh, I must have had a moment.’

This doesn’t surprise me at all. Paige has been having these kinds of ‘moments’ since the day I met her, and it’s one of the many reasons I fell in love with her.

‘I love your faults, Paige Hutton. You are the quirkiest woman I know.’ I dig my hand into the box and shove a dry Weet-Bix in my mouth, and she reacts exactly as expected, with a giggle and a small shake of her head.

‘You’re worse than a child, you know that?’ She eyes the floor. ‘And you’re making crumbs.’

I slip away into the laundry room and return with the stick vacuum, gliding it over the floor and down the gap between the fridge and the cupboard. Paige loves it when I vacuum without her having to ask me to.

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