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melancholy emotions rolling off her and I hated it. I knew my impatience wasn’t rational. I was asking

her for a lot but fuck rational. I wanted what I wanted.

In silence I watched her fall asleep. I fought to keep my thoughts to myself, even though I had

so much more I wanted to say, promises I wanted to make, promises I wanted her to make. I had to

remind myself none of it was necessary in the grand scheme of things. None of it mattered because she

was there next to me, and I didn’t plan on losing her.

Hours later, while she was sleeping, I was still awake watching the rise and fall of her chest. I

noticed her robe had inched up her hips exposing the tiniest pair of lace panties, I wanted to touch her,

to run my hands up and down the stretch marks on her hips. Bury my face in her hair, inhale her, kiss

her stomach, talk to my child, but I didn’t. All that would come with time. I laid stock-still while

fighting sleep. I was terrified that I would close my eyes and when I opened them, she’d be gone.

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Adam woke me with soft kisses to the back of my neck. The urge to pull away was overwhelming,

but I’d promised I’d try, and I was going to. Even if it drove me crazy. I closed my eyes and let the

thought of us, our child and the future sink into me. I didn’t exactly hate what I envisioned.

“Good morning,” I said then used the excuse of morning sickness to pull myself from his

embrace.

“Good morning,” he replied, his tone indicated he wasn’t fooled.

After getting out of bed, washing my face and brushing my teeth, I changed into a t-shirt and

tights. He watched me the entire time…Which isn’t creepy at all, I thought sarcastically. I followed

him down stairs where breakfast waited for us. I didn’t think I’d ever get used to having someone

cook me three meals a day. We ate breakfast in silence, giving me too much time to think.

“I’m curious about something,” I said.

“What’s that?” he asked without looking up from his plate.

He was still in a mood. I rolled my eyes. He was so hot and cold. Maybe I should just leave

him alone, I thought, but genuine curiosity had me doing the opposite.

“What do your parent’s think about this situation?” I asked.

He tensed but unexpectantly answered right away.

“My parents are of no consequence.” He dismissed me and returned to picking at his food.

It wasn’t what I wanted to hear. “Are you always going to be like this?”

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