Wendy
I wake up to Hound getting ready for the day. He walks around our room with his towel around his hips, his long hair wet and slicked back, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth.
Why is he so perfect? Shouldn't he at least be a major asshole?
"You're up?" He smiles. "How did you sleep?"
He used to be an asshole.
"Fine. What are you walking around here looking sexy for?" I quirk my brow.
"Oh," he takes the toothbrush from his mouth. "Is that what I'm doing? I didn't know." He gives me a lingering kiss, he pulls away, going back into the bathroom.
"How's our baby? Is he doing okay?"
"Fine I guess. It seems like he's sleeping or something."
"Well, he's still young. He'll move around soon, according to the Doc."
I rub my belly. I hope so.
"You still didn't tell me why you were
