Dylan
She was asleep in the bedroom of my dad’s private jet in the back, snoring softly like there was no care in the world. This is all I ever wanted for her, was for her to be so relaxed she can be like this. The pregnancy was kicking her ass, the hormones, emotions, the rollercoaster rides and waves. At least the nausea was subsiding, thank goodness for the medication, but with every up and down for her, it seems like mine is taking a bigger ride.
I don’t want to make this about me, but I’m literally terrified of her. I could say one wrong thing and she can turn her emotions like a flip of a switch from happy to angry right to downright sobbing. She never tried to hurt me at least so that’s a good thing, even if she did, I wouldn’t hold it against her.
When mom was pregnant with Arch
