It was a type of night I knew i would never forget. There wasn't anything particular extravagant about it , but the image before me of Sam laying on our bed with his head next to my proud belly was something i wanted to remember for years to come.
His deep voice was the only sound in the room as he continued talking to my belly continously . I listened contently , curling his soft hair around and around my finger.
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He smiled before continuing
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'Babe' I stopped curling his hair.
'Yeah?'
'I'm pretty sure you put the baby to sleep after talking and spending so much time with it.'
He looked up at me with a frown. 'But he loves when I talk to him about Football.'
'You love football. He' I ran my hand over my round stomach , 'likes sleeping on my bladder.'
His eyes locked on mine for a moment before turning back to my belly as if digesting what I said.
Smiling to himself , he began tracing his finger around and around my belly button adoringly .
'Macy?'
'Yes?'
He paused before asking ,
'How is it possible to love something so much even if they aren't here yet?'
Perhaps it was because my hormones make me cry at the drop of a hat lately , but I was suddenly feeling the familiar prickle behind my eyes.
Both from his words and because I knew what exactly he meant.
