It Starts With Us

lily

It's the 8th month, I am with mixed feelings, I think about the decision I made- keeping the child. It's so hard to kill a person growing inside me, made by the love, affection, of the person I love the most.

I always wanted to be with atlas, being in love was the second best feeling, finding a person like Atlas was the first. By any chance again in my lifetime, I will meet atlas I want the baby to bond with him. Unlike my relationship with my father, I would like to see Atlas and the baby bonding well, taking to parks, ice creams, and cookies, how can I forget the cookies.

I feel the baby kick again, as I start thinking about cookies. I call mom and ask for some cookies. I crave them.

Sitting on the bed, a hand on my belly I start a conversation with the baby.
"Hello baby this is your mama , do you love cookies too?. When you'd be here mama would prepare many cookies for you, do you know who taught mama to bake cookies?" My eyes become teary remembering Atlas" you dad, he is the best cook".

I cry again, again.