Carisia
I was awoken in the middle of the night because I can hear murmurings close to me. They were almost like voiceless whispers.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I began adjusting my sight to the darkness of the room. Hatinggabi pa lang yata, sino ba 'yung nagsasalita?
The questions in my head regarding the murmurings were immediately answered when I found my husband, gently rubbing my stomach while whispering indistinct words.
I realized that if I showed any signs of conciousness, he might feel concious with his actions so I just let him do what he's doing.
"Are you doing okay in there?" I heard him whispering in his deep, airy voice while delicately rubbing my cloth-covered belly with the tips of his fingers.
"I can't sleep," he followed up.
His soft voice brought a little smile on my face. I think everyone who knows him can say that he's got such a firm, strong voice that can easily scare you off if you weren't brave enough, and yet, only our baby has been lucky enough to hear her Dad's soft and calm tone.
"Can you kick just a little? Like how you did the other night? Just so I know that you can hear me?"
My confusion got the best of me when I heard him say 'the other night'.
So, he does this at night? And I have no idea?
"Just a little kick, please?"
I tried so hard not to chuckle when I heard him say 'please'. He's not the type to say that word. Mr. Ignacio never pleads. Haha!
In the midst of my silent thoughts, I felt a subtle movement in my belly causing me to open my eyes entirely.
Did she just...kick?
"I knew you're awake," Enrico uttered in a happy tone. I could see him smiling even though I can't actually physically see him because I can't move my head.
Hold up, our daughter just kicked?! Did that really happen?
"Had a long day today at the office. It's been days already, but Daddy can't stop thinking about...I'm not gonna mention his name because I don't want you to hear it, but yeah, that man."
My smile quickly faded upon recalling the incident that happened at the party.
Pati pala si Enrico, iniisip rin 'yon?
I didn't speak more of him to Enrico, and I don't see any reason why I should share that to him. It's over...
Well, it's over for me.
I've moved on. I'm happy with Enrico. I'm as happy as I could ever be.
There's no more point crying over spilt milk.
"Well, you're all that Daddy has, to be assured that Mommy loves me," he said. "I realized that I don't need to know who that man is, because your Mom loves me and we're having you, and that's enough reason for me."
I didn't realize that my tears are already rolling down my cheeks because I haven't heard him speak so gentle and pure.
We entered this relationship blindly, with no clue where we're headed or if we're actually headed for something, but I can't believe that we've reached this point where nothing else mattered except us two, and the little being that we're bringing into this world.
"I don't want to stay in that house anymore! Para nila akong kinulong! I feel so empty and numb lately, Mia," I vented while bawling my eyes out because I have no one else to go to, just to explain my situation.
