The Only Question Is Will Their Love Survive? When Sara and Jacob find out they’re pregnant with a baby boy, nothing could make them happier. They were your typical expecting parents - deeply in love, deliriously excited to be starting a family. However, their hopes are dashed when the doctor gives a recommendation for Sara to take an AFT. Five words change their destiny forever... “Your son has Trisomy 21” Their perfect love story unexpectedly spirals into panic, and their dream shatters with it – devastating Sara. Jacob, confused and troubled with the situation, tries to prompt Sara into following the doctor’s suggestion: terminate the pregnancy; assuring her that they can try again. Sara angry at even the thought of destroying the life inside of her, rejects him. Their love, marriage and future suddenly start to fall apart; sending them both on very different journeys… Chapter 1 - Bacon Sara stared out the window in awe. The branches of the trees in the backyard swayed back and forth in the light breeze, the sun’s rays piercing through the leaves causing shadows to dance across the wilted grass. Sara practically floated around the kitchen in her excitement which filled the room along with the smell of the sizzling bacon she was cooking. After years of being married, Sara knew exactly how to rouse her husband from sleep, and she knew that the aroma would eventually coax him out of bed. Elated, she let out a girlish laugh. Today is going to be perfect, she thought. Sizzling and crackling sounds from the frying bacon echoed from the kitchen. She was certain that last pop would have woke him up but she didn’t care because she was having too much fun. She let her hand rest on her pregnant belly, patting it affectionately. “I hope you like it out here,” she murmured to herself and as if on cue, she felt a tiny flutter in her stomach. Being pregnant was unlike any other chapter of her life, she had never felt more purposeful. She felt like a mess of contradictions. Completely afraid and simultaneously stronger than ever. Powerful, yet unattractive but her mother-in-law had assured her that it was all just the hormones. It didn’t stop her from feeling like a thanksgiving turkey, although she did appreciate everyone’s attempt at making her feel better. It wasn’t long before Jacob’s head peeked around the corner, sleepy eyed and resembling more of a toddler than a grown man. His golden hair was creased in the middle, pointing up on one side and flattened on the other. He flashed a smile at her, “What’s all this?” She chuckled, “You have some serious bed head Mr. Michaels.” Without a word he came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and placing his hands on her stomach. “Should you really be standing up for such a long time, Mrs. Michaels?” “I’m fine Jacob,” she replied. “Besides the doctor said walking is healthy for me and the baby, so standing shouldn’t hurt.” She laughed patting his cheek playfully. He left a butterfly kiss where her fingers brushed against his lips. “Well, if physical activity is helpful…” Her grin gave way to a full smile as she reached back to swat him. After a short pause he continued, “Seriously, do you know what would make this day better?” She raised her eyebrow, expecting him to say something suggestive (which was typical of him). He spun her around in his arms so that she was facing him, her belly protruded slightly between them making him hold her awkwardly but he went on pretending she didn’t notice. “I was just going to say, what would make this day better…” he trailed off looking deeply into her eyes. “is finding out we’re having a boy today.” She let out a bark of laughter “Really, that’s not where I thought you were going with that.”

Fargo takes on a towering town tyrant! At the request of a friend, Skye Fargo heads to the town of Polson to see if there’s trouble brewing. But it’s already boiling over, with the entire area under the iron thumb of Big Mike Durn—a big-time hard-case with a gang of goons to back him up. And it doesn’t take long for the Trailsman to realize that the only one way to stop Big Mike is to put him in a big grave...