Baby Wesley was the most exciting thing in Tyler's life. He constantly was holding him, or playing with him. Wesley became his number one priority.
But for some reason I was a little different, I didn't cling to him as I thought I would and after a month off of work and recooperating I quickly filled my time with cases.
Months were passing and I was almost to the top of my career, the precinct even pitched in to get me a fancy new trench coat and hat.
And Wesley was growing up so fast. It seemed almost that I would leave in the morning for work and come home to find Wesley a few inches taller and a little more wiser.
But he never seemed to noticed I was gone, or miss me in fact.
"That is the last time we order from that chinese resturaunt," My stomach was flipping about, grumbling and I knew I was about to hurl.
But like a normal bout of food poisoning it didn't go away after the first day, or even the first week. It seemed every morning I was tossing up my breakfast like clock work.
Tyler didn't notice me growing sick, he was still just so infatuated with Wesley. Which was good since I didn't grow so attached to him. God I was an awful mother, he'll hate me later on in life.
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