Will went back to Washington for the very last time because the next time he returns he will be here for good. I can't wait until then, I am almost 3 months pregnant and enjoying feeling my baby move. Tiffany stays in my room all the time to keep me company then by bedtime she goes back to her room. We actually had a conversation about the baby and it definitely touched my heart.
"Aunt Emma?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you have any names picked out yet?"
"No, I don't why?"
"Because you definitely should be thinking about it."
"If it's a boy I would like Daniel, I have always loved that name, but for a girl I think Ella, Ellie, or El would be cute."
"Oh, so it can match yours sort of?"
"Yeah, how did you know that?"
"It just clicked."
"Oh, but I really like Ella and just call her El like Will calls me Em."
"Awe, that's cute."
That's when Tiffany put her hands on my baby bump, I really didn't understand what she was doing until she started talking to the baby.
"El or Daniel, which ever one you are, when you are ready to come out don't be afraid. Your parents are great people who would never abuse you or treat you wrong. You are the luckiest kid alive and your cousin Tiff knows a lot."
Tiffany then kissed my stomach and caught me crying.
"What's wrong, Emma?"
"Well, for years I thought I would never be a fit mother because of my OCD and my parents, but what you said really touched me. Thank you."
"No problem, because it was the truth."
That night I fell asleep with my hands on my stomach talking to this baby and I told it,
"Tiff is your cousin. She was abused by her father, your uncle, and my brother. She will never let anything bad happen to you when me and daddy aren't around. Just remember that."
