TORY
My eyes were closed, but I could clearly hear Freddie talk to me, or more like to my belly. He was wishing for a baby and it killed me that I might not be able to give him one. Not because I couldn’t, but because I was afraid to fail again.
To not be able to live to his expectations of carrying a child in me. We were both in the age where having a baby would be harder, but if God gave me the miracle, I would welcome him or her with open arms.
It would be the result of our love, and our lost time. And it would be a reminder that no matter how rough things had been, there’s a light at the end of the tunnel, and Freddie and the kids were that light to me.
As he ran his hand through my belly, I felt a sense of safety, the kind only he could give me. Reaching for his head, I caresse
