“I look like a freak.” Beck turned away from the mirror.
“You’re beautiful. You’re doing a beautiful thing.” Troy tried to stay upbeat, they’d had this or very similar conversations several times. Thinking a change of subject might help, he said, “I wonder if I should run for election to the school board?”
Beck shook his head. “Let him be born first and be old enough to go to school.”
“Suppose.” Troy shrugged.
Beck yawned. “I’m always tired. And I’ve done f**k all today.”
“Come and sit in the recliner and I’ll rub your feet.”
Beck waddled to the chair and collapsed into it.
As Troy massaged Beck’s feet, he also sent happy and loving thoughts to the baby. ::You’re gonna grow up to be a big strong man and your papa and me are gonna be so proud of you.::
They’d agreed that Beck would
