- Kim, what is it? She turn around in the bed and looked at me
- Nothing, I shake my head, go to sleep sweetie, you've worked sixteen hours, you need to rest.
I wanted to tell her but maybe I should wait for the right time, for another time.
- Honey, what are you thinking about?
Maybe this was the right time.
- Kerry, I don't know how I should tell you this but…I want to have a baby.
- Are you sure? You don't have to do it for me if you not want, you mean so much to me, and you know that?
I took her in my arms, hold her close to me and breathe in her hair, it smells…it smells her; shampoo, the perfume she always had and a little bit of hospital.
- Kim, she whispered, are you sure?
- Yes, I draw my fingers in her hair, I'm so sure I can be, and I want to do this with you.
- Really?
- Yes, why are you so unsure?
- I'm not, I'm just a little confused, yesterday you said no, and now…
- Oh honey, will I tell you why?
- If you want, if you trust me.
I saw that she was sad and it made me feel bad, I understand her and I know I was a hard person to live with, now I have to open me up for her.
- Of course I trust you, don't think anything else, I know I'm not an easy person.
- No you're not, but I love you and I always do, so tell me, please, you're my Kim.
- I'm you're Kim? I really am?
- Yes, and please trust me.
I want to trust her, I really want, and this was the right time to tell her about my weird family, my weird parents.
- Okay, but you must promise me that you don't run away?
- I promise you, she took my hands.
- It's because of my parents I'm confused, they can't accept me, they can't accept how I am and if they know that I'm going to be pregnant, that you and I will have a child, they would never ever speak to me again.
- Kim, honey, they are your parents and they shouldn't do that.
- They shouldn't? I shake my head and looked at the roof; I talked to my mother yesterday and…
- You don't need to tell me if you don't want, she wipe away one tear from my cheek, it's okay.
God, it wasn't on my mind that I was crying, but honestly; it was nice when she hold me like that.
- Feeling better? She asked
- Mm, yes…
- Fine, she stroked me over my hair
- She said that I must choice.
- Choice?
- Yes, I looked at her, still with tears in my eyes; between you and them.
- Me and your family?
- No, my family or my parents.
- Kim…
- Shh honey, I don't want them, I want you and only you.
- You have me Kim, you always have me.