01/03/2015
Dear Baby,
It has been two days since I told your dad and he's starting to get on my nerves, but I mean that in the most loving sense. Today at work, I was filling out paperwork. Your dad, forever my plucky sidekick, was sitting in his chair which he normally didn't do on paperwork days. He insisted on staying with me in case I needed something, which I was perfectly capable of getting myself and I told him that. He continued to insist that I needed him, so there he stayed. He eyed me like a hawk all day, waiting for the moment I appeared too tired to work. I yawned once throughout the day and that was enough to get your dad worked up and telling me I needed to go home. I almost yelled at him to leave me alone, but I firmly told him that he needed to back off a bit because he was driving me crazy. He didn't take it that well. Some pouting may have been involved.
When quitting time came at 5 PM, he started hinting, not at all subtly, that we should be heading home. I glared at him and he glared right back. I gave in, telling him I wasn't at all happy with his hovering, but I'd let it slide for now.
As I write this, I am lying in bed. Your dad is next to me also writing, but on his laptop and for a completely different reason. Your dad started writing books about our working partnership when we first met. I was a little peeved about it at first, but just like he did, it grew on me. The books, he says, are a love letter to me. He often dedicates these Nikki Heat books to me, but I hope the next one he includes you in it.
Your dad is now hinting again that I should be sleeping, so I will appease him and do so.
Remember I will love you for always.
Love, Mom
