Page 221 of Please Don't Go
“I didn’t pressure you, did I?”
“No, not all. I’ve been ready and have been for a while. I was just a little nervous and afraid that maybe I won’t be a good mom.”
I hug her carefully, cradling the side of her head. “You’re going to be the best mom. Our baby is so lucky. Just like I am.”
She sniffles. “You think so?”
“I know so.”
“You can squeeze me a little tighter. I’m pregnant, not paper. The baby is going to be okay.”
I chuckle but stop because hearing those words does something to me. I hold her just a little firmer, protectively, but I’m still cautious. “Is this why you don’t want to take the position?”
“Yeah, I thought about it, but I want this baby more, and remember, you promised me four.”
“I remember. I’ll give you all the babies you want. Hell, I’ll give you anything you want.”
“You already do that,” she counters happily.
I cup her neck, looking down at her. “We’re going to be parents.”
“Yeah, we are.” She breathes, her smile bigger than before, and I know mine is mirroring it. “Daniel?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m so happywe’rehere.” She seals the space between our lips.
The End.
