She pouts. Hanging over me. She's so pouty today. It reminds me of myself a bit. It's adorable.
I'm adorable. We're both adorable. Our small human will probably be adorable.
Shit I'm tired.
"Daddy," She whispered.
I don't know if that's hot or creepy. But because my interests generally stray between the middle of those two words, I'm down.
Like when a girl says she's gonna stick up your ass. And you're like, stick what up my ass?
Ands she's like...you'll see.
And that's when you know that what you thought this was, wasn't what it was.
"What?" I answer, rubbing her belly. Can the baby feel that?
"I'm hungry."
I just fed her. Is she hungry or is baby hungry? Why do I refer to my unborn child as just baby.
"What should we name baby?"
"Uh... Mason?"
I wrinkle my nose. "Too generic
