easy with me acting like a childish dick for the last couple of months.
Reggie’s words come back to me and I know he’s right. I don’t want to live my life with regrets for the choices I’ve made. Presley is my soul and I’ve been damaged goods from the absence of her in my life.
The urge to feel my baby inside her belly takes over my hands, making them move on their own accord, and soon, I am cupping her soft skin and the hard bump of her stomach. It’s incredible. My emotions finally give way as my vision begins to blur from the water coating my eyes.
I stand over her, refusing to let go of the life inside her stomach and bend down to give my baby girl a kiss. I press my lips just below her belly button and allow the tears to drip onto her trembling skin. I want her to feel the emotion she stirs inside of me. I want her to know how much the last several weeks has taken its toll on my heart. I don’t want her to be alone in all of this. Twenty weeks is long enough to suffer in heartache and I can’t bear another second of it.
I look over to her and see what my touch has done to her. She’s broken and I need to put her back together. I need to make this okay because we can’t raise this baby without being together, acting like we are. I let go of her belly and cup her cheeks in my hands, wiping the stray tears with my thumbs.
When her eyes meet mine, I crumble and tell her what she’s needed to hear from the start of this mess, “I love you, Presley. And I’m so sorry. I promise I will always take care of you and our baby.” I place my lips to hers and the sparks of our love ignite, running warmth throughout my body.
She looks up into my eyes and through her sobs, she whimpers, “I’m sorry, too. I was just scared and I panicked. I knew keeping my pregnancy from you would hurt you, but I… I just freaked out.”
I have no more words to say. What I need to do is feel her. I press my lips to hers again, but I keep the kisses soft and sweet, gently moving my lips against hers, lightly brushing my tongue into her mouth.
Fueled by need, we quickly exit the room and walk to the desk to schedule the next appointment. I have not taken my hand from hers. The doctor gets our attention before we walk out the door, handing us an envelope with Baby’s First Picture written on the outside. I can’t help the joy from spreading across my face.
Once in the car, Presley slides as close as she can to me and I keep my hand tightly entwined with hers. It’s been so long since I felt her skin. I didn’t realize until now how painful it was to not have her next to me and in my arms.
I pull into the driveway, going a little quickly then suddenly bring the car to a halt. I move to the passenger side of the car and lift my precious girls into my arms. I will forever be their protector. As long as I’m still alive on this earth, I will do anything to make sure nothing harms either one of them.
Presley nestles her face into my chest as I take the stairs two at a time, carrying her into our room, laying her on our bed, which has been naked without her. I look down to see her hair fanning out in waves across the pillow. She is so undeniably beautiful and I am one lucky bastard that she is mine. We still have healing to do from what happened between us, but I won’t shut her out anymore. I need her more than I need the air in my lungs. She’s my life, the very reason I breathe.
I climb onto the bed and lie beside her, rolling her onto her side. It’s like she knows exactly what I’ve been missing. I’ve been dying to feel her wrapped around me and she does exactly that. I move my hand under the hem of her shirt and rest my palm on my baby girl growing inside her stomach.
I can’t believe this is my life. I feel like I won the lottery because nothing is more valuable than the two girls who will occupy my life forever. Desire and need bursts from Presley as she rolls herself on top of me, discarding her shirt in the
Reggie’s words come back to me and I know he’s right. I don’t want to live my life with regrets for the choices I’ve made. Presley is my soul and I’ve been damaged goods from the absence of her in my life.
The urge to feel my baby inside her belly takes over my hands, making them move on their own accord, and soon, I am cupping her soft skin and the hard bump of her stomach. It’s incredible. My emotions finally give way as my vision begins to blur from the water coating my eyes.
I stand over her, refusing to let go of the life inside her stomach and bend down to give my baby girl a kiss. I press my lips just below her belly button and allow the tears to drip onto her trembling skin. I want her to feel the emotion she stirs inside of me. I want her to know how much the last several weeks has taken its toll on my heart. I don’t want her to be alone in all of this. Twenty weeks is long enough to suffer in heartache and I can’t bear another second of it.
I look over to her and see what my touch has done to her. She’s broken and I need to put her back together. I need to make this okay because we can’t raise this baby without being together, acting like we are. I let go of her belly and cup her cheeks in my hands, wiping the stray tears with my thumbs.
When her eyes meet mine, I crumble and tell her what she’s needed to hear from the start of this mess, “I love you, Presley. And I’m so sorry. I promise I will always take care of you and our baby.” I place my lips to hers and the sparks of our love ignite, running warmth throughout my body.
She looks up into my eyes and through her sobs, she whimpers, “I’m sorry, too. I was just scared and I panicked. I knew keeping my pregnancy from you would hurt you, but I… I just freaked out.”
I have no more words to say. What I need to do is feel her. I press my lips to hers again, but I keep the kisses soft and sweet, gently moving my lips against hers, lightly brushing my tongue into her mouth.
Fueled by need, we quickly exit the room and walk to the desk to schedule the next appointment. I have not taken my hand from hers. The doctor gets our attention before we walk out the door, handing us an envelope with Baby’s First Picture written on the outside. I can’t help the joy from spreading across my face.
Once in the car, Presley slides as close as she can to me and I keep my hand tightly entwined with hers. It’s been so long since I felt her skin. I didn’t realize until now how painful it was to not have her next to me and in my arms.
I pull into the driveway, going a little quickly then suddenly bring the car to a halt. I move to the passenger side of the car and lift my precious girls into my arms. I will forever be their protector. As long as I’m still alive on this earth, I will do anything to make sure nothing harms either one of them.
Presley nestles her face into my chest as I take the stairs two at a time, carrying her into our room, laying her on our bed, which has been naked without her. I look down to see her hair fanning out in waves across the pillow. She is so undeniably beautiful and I am one lucky bastard that she is mine. We still have healing to do from what happened between us, but I won’t shut her out anymore. I need her more than I need the air in my lungs. She’s my life, the very reason I breathe.
I climb onto the bed and lie beside her, rolling her onto her side. It’s like she knows exactly what I’ve been missing. I’ve been dying to feel her wrapped around me and she does exactly that. I move my hand under the hem of her shirt and rest my palm on my baby girl growing inside her stomach.
I can’t believe this is my life. I feel like I won the lottery because nothing is more valuable than the two girls who will occupy my life forever. Desire and need bursts from Presley as she rolls herself on top of me, discarding her shirt in the
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