Forty

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Like clockwork my last trimester began, its hard for me to believe this pregnancy is almost over, life before we know it- will change dramatically. My eyes snap open as If on cue, to see the morning sunrise.

I hold my stomach, feeling the baby move immediately. The feeling of his kicks jolts me upright. Good morning to you my little sweetheart, are you enjoying your time in there?

Those words came just below a whisper, as I look over to see a sleeping Nate peacefully still dreaming. Daddy needs to sleep a bit longer, so let's not wake him Studies do say talking to your baby, will help them get to know your voice even before they are brought into this world.

Tiptoeing downstairs, I assemble breakfast, a nice White chocolate chip waffle, with a helping of all things fruit. Since that's what I am craving, to drink Apple Juice:

The perfect combination. I make another White Chocolate chip waffle using the left over batter from mine.

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A few minutes later Nate makes an appearance: His hair perfectly done for this time in the morning,

" Good morning beautiful. " He mutters tracing his lips down my neck, making me shutter. Like static we are like magnets

" Baby..." I try to say but I'm cut off by his kiss, recuperating his intentions I move my mouth with his.

Our touch igniting sparks within our bodies. " I.... m-made you breakfast--- -" I say breathless.

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All of this sudden I feel like my inside's are being torn apart " Nate" he looks over, mouth full of waffle. He eyes me down, as what feels like pee comes out.

" What's happening to me?"

My face is bright red.

" THIS IS NOT A DRILL I'M IN LABOR"





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