That is until a knock came to the bathroom door.
"Yes?" I called out groggy through the slapping of the water.
"Let me know when your ready," she said half asleep.
"Okay, I'll be out in a bit." I called out.
"Alright, we have to be there by ten." She said once more.
"I know, I just need to wash up a bit." I replied.
"Do you want some coffee?" She asked.
"Yes please," I answered, sinking deeper into the hot water.
Decaf is better than nothing.
My stomach moved as the baby kicked gently, I rubbed it gently thinking about meeting it for the first time.
Will it look like me, or will it look like Colby, or will it look like both of us?
I wonder who I looked like, my mother or my father..
Will I ever meet them, do they even know I'm alive?
So many what if situations running throug
