I quietly shift out of bed when Eva's cries come through the baby monitor.
Bella walks in as I'm changing Eva's diaper and getting her into a fresh outfit for the day.
Neither of us mention of the fact that I slept in the same bed as her last night.
In fact, neither of us mention it at all the entire day, but every time I look at her, I can't help the slight fluttering that occurs in the pit of my stomach.
I catch myself watching her more and more, and I notice all the small, wonderful things about her, as if I'm falling in love with her all over again.
Like how wonderful she is with Eva…how whoever she chooses to marry, if she ever does again, will be lucky to have her because she is an amazingly wonderful mother.
The thought of her finding someone makes me a little sad though.
As much as I want her to find happiness, I've truly been loving here with her, getting to be the man in her and Eva's life for all intents and purposes, and will hate to have to leave, despite knowing that the arrangement we have now could never be a permanent one.
