pandakatiefominz
Wraith
"Oh, Dark cried. Right there in front of everyone, he cried. And he still does, sometimes, when he feels her, especially when we're cuddling just us, and she gets going... I love waking up so much now, because I know he'll be right there, and we just lie in bed together talking and feeling her kick and I--" She inhaled sharply, "No, I'm sorry. I can't cry, he put so much work into my makeup! It's just, he loves me so much, and he loves her, and there are some mornings where the f-first thing I feel is her, of course, because she hates it when I sleep, but then I feel Dark's hand on my belly, and he's whispering, no, hush, go back to sleep, do not wake Mama. And I just lie there with him, and it's like no one else matters and no one else is even alive, in those moments it's just us three."
She swallowed, trying to dry her face the way Dark, years ago, had taught her to do when she wore makeup. Miraculously, she sobered along with her friend, "He's always been prone to them, as I'm sure you can imagine. The things he's seen. But I think now that this is real--I've passed the age of viability so it's now extremely likely we'll actually have her-- his brain is letting him have other fears besides what will happen to her, and what will happen to me if something happens to her. For the first time his mind is making him cope with the possibility of having her but not me. But I'm a light sleeper, so most of the time his upset wakes me so I can soothe him, and if not, when he wakes up, myself and this extremely active little Hummingbird are there to remind him it was only a dream... God, Sally, I'm sure you feel the same way about Jack, but I swear, I don't think a man has ever loved a woman more than he loves me. And I don't think a woman has ever loved a man more than I love him."
She traced little hearts on her middle with one finger, "And you don't want to be pregnant again... But I'm sure you can find some random teenager or two somewhere."
She swallowed, trying to dry her face the way Dark, years ago, had taught her to do when she wore makeup. Miraculously, she sobered along with her friend, "He's always been prone to them, as I'm sure you can imagine. The things he's seen. But I think now that this is real--I've passed the age of viability so it's now extremely likely we'll actually have her-- his brain is letting him have other fears besides what will happen to her, and what will happen to me if something happens to her. For the first time his mind is making him cope with the possibility of having her but not me. But I'm a light sleeper, so most of the time his upset wakes me so I can soothe him, and if not, when he wakes up, myself and this extremely active little Hummingbird are there to remind him it was only a dream... God, Sally, I'm sure you feel the same way about Jack, but I swear, I don't think a man has ever loved a woman more than he loves me. And I don't think a woman has ever loved a man more than I love him."
She traced little hearts on her middle with one finger, "And you don't want to be pregnant again... But I'm sure you can find some random teenager or two somewhere."