I wake up with the sun shining in through the window onto our bed. I roll over sleepily to see Alex looking at me. "Oh god, what are you looking at" I say. "Only the most beautiful woman in the entire world." I laugh. My long dirty blond hair looks a lions mane, the makeup is all under my eyes, and my pants have ridden down. "Uh-huh" I say with a laugh. "You don't know how beautiful you are do you? Just looking at you makes me love you even more. I can't look at you without thinking of the world beautiful. Even when you make me mad, it's all I see." his words make it hard not to crawl right on top of him. "What about in a month or two when i'm fat and ugly?" He puts his hand up to cup my cheek. "You will be 10 times more beautiful, because you're carrying my baby." He says as he looks down. "Aww, baby" I say. He wraps me up and I giggle as he tickles my neck. I squirm away and he looks at me, that same look. "God, I just love you so much." He always knows what to say…
I walk down the stairs to Emma on the couch. I can hear a few faint whimpers, and I can see the phone in her hand on her text messages to her mother. She has never been kind to her, always putting her down and being verbally abusive. I scoop her up into my arms as she cries, knowing whatever she said was more than serious. I cradle her as I kiss the top of her head, gently rocking back and forth, "shh shh, it's okay" I say as she cries into my arm. After a moment she looks up and I see a cut on her right cheek. "What happened," I say in a stern voice. "She stopped by" Was all she had to say before she was back in tears. She lifts up her shirt to show the already forming bruise and torn skin. "Alex!" I yell and he's downstairs in an instant. I show him and his face turns, not wanting to see what's happened. She lays in the back seat, crying on me from emotional and physical pain as we drive to the hospital.
They look at her to see if there are any internal problems, while it was just a punch, she has many health issues so it's best to check things out. "All good inside, but I would recommend stitches for the torn areas." I nod to her as we get up to leave. "Thank you," I say. We head out to the car, and I scoot into the back seat alongside Emma. Once I'm in she wraps her arms back around me, and I squeeze her tight. Her hand glides gently onto my stomach, and she notices the slightest rise. I see the wonder in her eyes. I'm in just a simple tank top, so even after eating a simple meal, a rise of any sort would be visible in this. Her hand stays there, firmly placed. "I love you" is all she says.
We get home and she carefully gets out, trying not to tear the stitches. It's only a few, but they still hurt like a bitch. We walk in and Bella greets us right away, wagging her tail and barking. I help her up the stairs to her room, gently placing my hand on her back in case she's woozy from the medicine they gave her. She crawls into bed and I turn out the light. "Wait, come lay with me for a bit" I look back, and I know that I can't say no to her. Even though I should be getting some sleep as well, since we've been gone for 6 hours it's now 11 at night. I crawl in next to her, and position her with her head on top of my arm, and hand on the baby. While she's not even showing any signs of existence yet, she is so real to us. I guess I shouldn't be saying she... In her woozy state she starts to talk to my belly. "Hey, you what's up? You know you're my main fetus, uh in fact you're the only fetus i've ever talke to, so props to you man. Um, do me a favor and start letting us know you're there soon. Like get fat so we can see you, or maybe start moving or something. I don't know something." she looks at me with Awe on her face. "I just felt it move!" I laugh so hard I pee a little. "No you did not feel it move. It physically can't move yet." "But, I thought I did. Maybe it was just gas?" We both laugh, and in this moment I remember why i'm here, why i'm the one to be here for her.