I still won't tell Charlie that we're expecting. I mean, Hunter and I. He'd separate us like...well, let's not go there. Hunter and I plan to tell him in the next month or two, at least right before I start to show more. We went for coffee at Hunter's beach house the other day. It was Hunter's way of spending time with me, and our child. So, we were sitting on his couch, and Hunter had his arm around my shoulder, and his other arm then reaches over to pat my belly. He was gentle, and then he let his hand rest there. When he felt our baby kick, he smiled. Hunter looked into my eyes, and we smiled. The smile led to a kiss. And, of all kisses a passionate, "I love you" kind of kiss. I knew right there he was going to be there.
"You know what?" Hunter asked me, looking into my eyes. I smiled, and said, "What?" He pointed to my little, almost nonexistent baby bump. "You look cute pregnant, you know that?" He kissed me on my forehead and I smiled. "Thanks, Hunter. But we can't tell Charlie yet, you know what he might do."
"I know." Hunter said, and patted the small bump gently. He looked at me and smiled. Right then and there, we made out on his couch. His hands felt cool against my skin. Hunter's muscular arms wrapped around my waist gently, and his hands rested gently on my belly. Hunter lifted my blouse, and kissed the bump softly, his lips brushing against my skin like a tickle. I smiled.
I wonder how long we can keep this a secret.