“The morning sickness seems to be getting better,” I state, but I really want her to verify it.
“Yes, I’m just past my first trimester now and it hasn’t bothered me as much this week. I hope it goes away andstaysaway,” she laughs and covers my hand with hers, directly over her small baby bump.
We stay like this for several minutes, just relaxing in the hot water spray and protecting our baby with our embrace. So many scenes fly through my mind, imaging how it will be after the baby is born. There isn’t a single scene that doesn’t have Sophia front and center in my life. She’s part of me now. I am her Dom, but she owns my heart.
When the water starts to turn cool, I turn it off and swiftly dry Sophia off before wrapping her in the large bath towel. I quickly run a towel over me and lead her to the bed. “Let’s get some sleep, love. We have a big day tomorrow and you need your rest.”
“What are we doing tomorrow?” she asks sweetly as she snuggles up to me in the bed.
I wrap my arm around her and spoon her from behind. I know she isn’t going to like what I’m about to say, but I’ve given this a lot of thought and it has to happen. She needs to be there with me so that she can also have some kind of closure–whether the outcome is good or bad.
“We’re going to have a talk with your parents.”
