right … I hope you had the time of your life.7
“What…” I start with a voice weighed down
with sleep.
“Good morning.” He smiles with his whole
face, before planting a kiss on my belly and
another on my face.
“Were you singing?”
He shakes his head and averts his glance.
I pull myself up and rest on my elbows and I
realize I’m only wearing his shirt and nothing else.
“You sing?” I ask, looking for a sheet to cover
my body.
“Nah, I have a shitty voice.”
“But I heard you,” I add, sitting up. “You were
singing something.”
“I was just playing around.”
“Were you singing to the baby?”
He gets off the bed and turns his shoulders to
me, revealing his perfect figure in the morning
light.
7Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life), Green Day, Green Day Bluegrass
“I just wanted to…” He rubs his hand on his
head. “Let him know that I’m here, I guess. That
I’m here waiting too.”
I cover my face immediately with my hands
because the emotion he invokes in me causes
another outburst of tears.
Patrick turns to me and comes in close, kneeling
down on the bed and moving my hands away from
my face.
