Because my hair is shiny and I’m carrying low, I think. “She pays no attention to me.” My lips tip up in a smile as I nudge him playfully. ?”Īll of a sudden, he flashes me a white, arresting smile, his dimples as deep as I’ve ever seen them, his eyes bluer than the sea in Tahiti as he ducks his head as if ready to talk to the baby. He narrows his eyes and presses his big hand closer, his eyes flicking up to mine. “Feel this!” I take his glove off with shaky hands and toss it aside and put his hand on my stomach, my heart racing. He swings around and stops the swinging bag with one hand. My heart leaps and I leap just as hard to my feet.
I feel as if something inside me is punching me, just like Daddy is punching the heavy bag.
I feel it again and I go utterly still, and it comes once more. I’m doing some yoga stretches when I feel a definite bump coming from inside me. The next day, I hang around the sidelines, watching him pound the heavy bag. I’m giving him what he has never, ever had and never even probably knew he wanted. He is so big, he loves so hard, he fights so hard.
“Whatever they say, it won’t be real until we hold it.” He drops to his back and pulls me to his side then he cups the back of my head and sets my face against his neck in my special crook, and I close my eyes and lightly lick him like he’s taught me he likes. “Are you afraid of loving it too much, too hard, before you even meet it?” “Why don’t you?” I slide my arms around his and stare into his blue eyes.
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