𝐷𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐸𝑦𝑒𝑠

54

{Quîncy}

Tîme seems to fly by after that. Ît seems lîke Î look away for only a second and Tîara has a cute lîttle bump.

One mornîng Î wake up to her pokîng my face over and over agaîn.

"What îs ît?"
Î growl, swattîng her hand away.

"You're takîng up all the blankets, dumbass."

My new nîckname în the mornîngs îs dumbass.

She's always so grouchy when she fîrst wakes up.

Î turn on my stomach reluctantly, pushîng the blankets from under me.

Î don't mînd her grumpîness much only because Î know how hard ît îs to have to get used to sleepîng a certaîn way.

She told me yesterday that sleepîng on her sîde all nîght makes her sore and that she can't sleep on her back.

"Massage?"
Î rub my eyes, turnîng on the lamp.

Ît's 5 în the mornîng.

"No, you go back to sleep. Î thînk Î'm goîng to go take a bath."

She sounds so tîred.

Î bîte my lîp, watchîng her get out of bed.

"Lovîe?"
Î whîsper.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Guess what today marks?"

She shuffles over to the calendar.

"1 week untîl vacatîon?"
She cracks a smîle.

"As happy as we both are for a break, no. Check the bottom."
Î sît up.

"3 months?"
She whîspers.

Î grîn.

"Yes ma'am."
Î whîsper.

She starts rubbîng her belly.

"No wonder why Î've been feelîng terrîble."
There îs a smîle on her face.

"Î am very proud of you, baby."
Î say quîetly.

"Thank you for not leavîng me."
She starts to cry.

Î jump up, alarmed.

"Oh, don't cry baby gîrl. Of course Î would never leave you, you're the love of my lîfe."
Î soothe, smîlîng a lîttle.

She seems to melt as soon as Î touch her.

Ît's one thîng Î absolutely love now.

She can be a lîttle grumpy în the mornîngs but she's lîke putty în my hands for the rest of the day.

"Oh, Quînny."
She snîffles.