It's seven months later and she's four months pregnant and I've enjoyed every second of it. Laying with her and talking to not only her but our child as well, she won't tell me their gender, wanting it to be a surprise for when they're born. I know their ethnicity will be a mix of black, white, and hispanic. I can't wait to meet them, I'll try my best to be the best father I can be and I know my wife will do the same.
She's asleep and again I'm talking to our child, rubbing her stomach, tracing small circles with my thumb. Telling them how wonderful they're gonna be and how badly I want to meet them. I love them this much already and they're not even here yet.
I fell asleep next to her stomach, for the fourth night in a row.
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Yellow
RomanceYellow is the color between orange and green on the spectrum of visible light. Yellow is also the only color that reacts badly to black. Orange being semi-sad and green being happy, yellow would be contentiousness and mellowness; black representing...
