I wake up in Austin’s arms. I turn my head towards him, he opens his eyes. “Good morning, sweetheart. How are you feeling?”
“Really good. My head has fully recovered, you know.”
“That doesn’t stop me from asking. I might ask you that every morning for the next nine months.” He holds me tight, a mischievous smile on his face. “Might as well get used to it.”
“I don’t mind you pampering me a little. I mean… You pampering ‘us’! who knows, maybe it’ll stop you from having a sympathetic pregnancy?”
“A sympathetic pregnancy?”
“Some father’s also experience pregnancy symptoms. Out of empathy for their wives, mostly. And more often than we think!”
“Good. I’ll know why I want strawberries then.” With these words, Austin kisses me tenderly. I let myself go to this sweet morning kiss with joy.
