Kaye
I put my book aside when David came into our room. There was a strange, restless sort of energy in every movement he made, every step he took, and it would have been impossible for me to read him even if I had tried.
Was it possible he had given more thought to what I’d asked him about us starting a family? Had he maybe rethought his position?
I sat up in bed, my eyes fixed on him, barely daring to breathe. I didn’t speak. My entire focus was on David because whatever he said next, I knew I wasn’t going to want to miss even a second of it.
A baby. I wanted it so badly. I had always wanted to have children eventually, like most women. And here I was, married to the love of my life, and eventually felt like it should be now.
So I waited, and eventually, David spoke. He stood over m
