“And if I counted correctly, I think it has three eyes now, too.” My husband nodded his head and snuck an arm around my waist, his hand settling on the small of my back as he pressed us closer to each other, but the baby bump made by the three month old fetus growing inside my belly became a tiny obstruction. I looked up at him, staring straight into that familiar set of green irises.
What’s wrong?” he asked, cradling the side of my face with one of his big, steady hands. In a few steps, he managed to round the kitchen island and in a moment's breath, there he was, towering over my five-foot frame. “It’s going to take more than a knife to keep me away from you.”ĭallas smiled before closing the distance between us.
I was just about to pull one out when Dallas’ familiar figure emerged from the shadows.īacking away from the knife block, I whisper-yelled, “you scared me.” Being the paranoid pregnant lady that I am, I used my architectural knowledge of the house to avoid parts of the kitchen floor that made any creaking noises to reach the counter undetected. I was a few seconds away from closing the lights and going back to bed when I heard the faint sound of creaking floorboards.
That was clear enough.ĭeciding that whatever was going on in my body was probably just some random pregnancy thing, I closed the fridge and gave up on my hunt for food. I wasn’t interested in cake right now, though. I’m not exactly a baking expert but the boys helped me with the whole thing so it didn’t taste half bad. I stared intently at the pretty green apple and the leftover slice of cake beside it from when I impulsively decided that I wanted to bake. I scanned the fridge again, trying to see if anything would catch my attention the second time around. That seems like a reasonable explanation as to how I’m feeling right now. Maybe the baby’s an aspiring gymnast and it’s just practicing cartwheels in my belly. And being pregnant means that they have to listen to everything I say.Īnyhow, I thought I was hungry so I went to the kitchen to try and make myself a sandwich or something, but when I got there, nothing edible looked interesting to me. But now that Dallas was here, things have changed. I mean, I have been for years now considering that I had Josh and Louie way before Dallas moved in with us, but I always counted the kids as one person because I believed that my years of experience set me ahead. I am currently living under a male-dominated household. I snuck a glance at the clock back in the bedroom before I left and it was still early in the morning so I didn’t want to wake any of my boys up. Which explains why I’m currently tiptoeing my way towards the kitchen.
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