4 September 2012
(cont. from That Day)
Apart from the sickness and the hunger, I liked being pregnant. No, I LOVED it. My friends now know all about it (all apart from one, I want to surprise them) but I haven't told my parents. Teddy told his parents and they were over the moon. Well, Kent complained that I was too young. I was 26! His son was 27! What on earth was he talking about? Well, I loved Teddy and Teddy loved me and that was all this relationship was about.
I lay in bed. I was exhausted. I loved the feel of being warm. Teddy lay next to me. He ran his hand over my tummy. "Hey, jellyfish! It's your dad. I hope you had a good day. I certainly did. Night night, little one," he whispered before he kissed my forehead, turned of the lights and cuddled up to me for a good nights sleep.
The First Month • Opuss № I