“What … what is it? Why are you crying? Have
I said something wrong?”
“Excuse me!” I say through my sobs. “It’s just
that … it’s so emotional for me, okay? I am so
emotional anything makes me cry. And you … you
were kneeling by my stomach singing to the
baby…”
“I’m sorry,” he says in a worried tone. “I didn’t
want you to feel badly.”
“I don’t feel badly, Patrick. Don’t you
understand? You’ve filled my heart to the brim.”
He looks at me for a few seconds in the eyes,
and then his face opens in a sweet smile that would
just kill me and he comes closer to me and sucks
on my lips in a tender touch.
“It was just a song, I wanted him to feel safe
and protected. I’d like him to know that I’m here
too.”
I throw my arms about his neck and jump in his
lap, sitting on his legs and wrapping my legs
around him.
“He knows,” I tell him, still weepy. “We both
do.”
He smiles in my hair and kisses me sweetly on
the head. “Are you hungry? I’ll make you
breakfast.”
“I’m always hungry,” I reply, making him
laugh.
“Now that I don’t feel constantly sick, I’d eat
anything at any time.”
