Prompt: Greg/Rose...
things you said when you thought i was asleep
In the quiet moments– the long, hot afternoons at the beach, or the cool twilight evenings, or the still dawns– those times where Greg was almost, but not quite asleep, slipping in between the conscious and unconscious worlds, he'd hear her. Voice soft, melodious, almost like a dream.
"You're so cute."
"I wish i could show you the stars you love so much."
"What makes you think I'm so special?"
"I don't deserve you."
"I'm going to miss you."
"I'm sorry."
"I'm scared."
Usually, Greg didn't answer. He didn't have the words. But at that, he opened his eyes. "Me too," he said. He reached out a hand, and laid it on her swollen belly. "But that's okay."