A/N: I really intended on getting another chapter out yesterday, but I only got 2 hours of sleep and was exhausted last night. I hope to get another chapter up tonight.
01/16/2015
Dear Baby,
We should expect you to arrive around August 18 according to some due date calculators I've been using on baby websites. It seems so far away yet at the same time not long at all. I have about seven months to prepare for you. I don't feel ready at all.
Your dad came to work with me today even though he had a couple of chapters due to his publisher. Apparently writers welcome procrastination, especially if their ex-wife is the one they are answering to. They case was pretty standard, if you could characterize murder in such a way. The husband caught the wife cheating and killed the boyfriend. Your dad and I enjoy the weird ones. They bring excitement and intrigue to a job that could become boring. As much as I love my job, I hope you never get into the field. It's too dangerous. I don't know how my dad manages to accept that this is my career. Even thinking about you putting yourself in danger voluntarily makes my heart quicken and I start feeling anxious. I haven't even met you yet, but I feel so strongly about your safety. I love you, Baby. We all love you.
Your dad is tapping away furiously in the next room, working on the next Nikki Heat. He got chewed out by his publisher and decided he needed to get to work. I'm watching him from the couch in the living room. Occasionally he will stop typing and I'll look up to find him staring at me and I'll give him a grin and he smiles his smile that I only see when he looks at those he loves. By the time you read this, you'll know what I'm talking about.
Remember I love you for always.
Love, Mom