Story Two: Molly's Wish Comes True

A Private Conversation

Whispers that wafted through the room awakened Molly from her nap.  She opened her eyes and blinked to focus on the man who had half of his body on bed, head on her stomach speaking softly to the treasure it held.

"Anything, anything you want I will give you.  You want a puppy, you got it...  You want a pony, you got it," he whispered.  "Even though you aren't here yet, I want you to know that I love you so much."

Molly smiled at her husband's words to their child.

"We have wanted you for so long.  Your mom and I have gone through hell to get where we are now, but it has been worth it.  I love her for it.  Hopefully you'll have her attitude... and look like me.  Or maybe it will be the other way around.  Personally, I could care less; as long as you are healthy.  I'm going to protect you, and make sure nothing happens to you," he continued.

A tear slipped down her cheek.  She moved her hand to stroke his soft, brown hair out of his face.

He lifted his head and looked at her with a smile on her face.  "I didn't mean to wake you.  Were you listening in on our private conversation?"

"I didn't mean too," she said.  "And next time I won't."

"Next time?" he questioned.

"Yeah, earlier today when I was talking to Terri, she was telling me that her ex-husband use to talk to their child when she was pregnant," Molly said.  She tugged at her pink and white tank top that barely showed her slightly swelling stomach.  "I figured you would do it too.  Especially since I didn't think I could have children..."

"Our wish came true, baby," he kissed her forehead then settled back in his original position.  He grinned at her words.  "Is that right?  About the whole talking to the baby thing."

"Yes, it is.  Why were you talking to the baby?" she asked.  "Terri told me everyone has a different reason for it."

He kept one hand on her stomach while the other one cupped the back of her head.  He kissed her lips.  "I just wanted to talk to our child without her mother's sarcastic comments," he said as he looked into her eyes with all seriousness.

"Sarcastic comments?"  She raised her eyebrow in question.

"Yeah, I already promised a pony.  You would have said no, and then complained about the smell and other things..."

Molly giggled.  "That is true."

"I know," he said with a smile.

"You said her," she said.

He nodded his head in agreement.  "I want a daughter with golden, bouncy hair and blue eyes like you."

"Me too, I don't know what I would do if she looked like you," she snickered.  "Everyone would probably wonder why the baby looks so weird."

Her husband ruffled her hair.  "You are so funny Molly," he said sarcastically.   "I hope she doesn't get your sense of humor...  I'd be doomed to listen to the both of you guys lame ass jokes."

Molly hit his arm.  "No cursing.  It's not good for the baby to hear that."

"Sorry."  He kissed her stomach.  "Your mother is crazy," he whispered to his child.

She caressed his face and yawned.  "I love you so much."

"I love you too," he said, "sometimes..."

"Steven Richards!" Molly said with a giggle.

Steven laughed at his wife's outburst.  "I was just kidding babe."

"I know," she said with a grin as she yawned again.

"Tired?" he asked.

She nodded yes.  "Yeah, this little one is making me sleep a lot lately," she said.  Molly patted her stomach lightly. 

Steven kissed their child and then Molly's forehead lovingly.  "Naptime," he whispered.

She rolled over to her other side in the bed and got comfortable again. 

He got into the bed beside her and molded her body against his.  His hand settled against her stomach and he kissed her temple.  "I love you Molly."

"I love you, too Steven," she whispered as she drifted off to sleep.