Rhea
Morning comes with Jessica pulling the covers over me, and the guilty look on her face when she sees that she has woken me up.
“I'm sorry… I just wanted to make sure that you were fine. It was a cold night.” She pleads, ber voice apologetic as one of her hands reaches to touch my knee.
“It's okay. I would also have wanted to wake up early.”
A smile marks her face, leaving me moved by her show of genuine care as we say nothing to one another.
“Your baby… does it hurt to carry one?” She asks again, breaking the quietness.
“Do I look like I'm hurting?”
We both laugh at this private joke.
“Can I see it?”
“See what?” I ask, puzzled.
“Your baby. You don't have to do it if you don't want to, but I'm very curious about what having children is like. Our parents never had kids after
