Dawn comes far too quickly. I haven’t closed my eyes all night, but that’s fine.
I had something else to look at.
April stirs against the morning light. “Hi there.”
She blinks all the way awake and gives me a cheeky grin. “What’s with that face? What are you thinking about?”
It’s the truth. All night, I’ve done nothing but think: about April, our child… and us.
We’re going to be parents soon. It’s taken a while to sink in, but finally, it has: in a week’s time, we’re going to meet our baby. In a week’s time, April will be a mother.
And I’ll be a father.
“That’s a lot of thoughts,” she teases. “Couldn’t be me. It’s far too early.”
“Is it?” I rasp. “Because I’ve been thinking the opposite.”
“That I’ve gotten here far too late.”
I’ve never been this liberal with my words. If I can a
