Haven of a family
"Do you think the baby would resent us?" Neva queries, murmuring her thoughts—her chest squeezing. Rhett's forehead glooms, "And why would you think that?"
She swallows, eyes secured with his own, "For bringing them into this bitter world." Her fist clenches the soft cotton shirt veiling his chest.
His eyes mellows, for certain there were curses he condemned at his parents for shoving him such unmerciful life, having him endure agony alone in this cruel mortal realm.
"We can be assured, there would be days our child would bear a grudge against us. Because it's how life is, ragged and smooth. But we'll have them a space of serenity, where we'll love, care, protect them with everything we've got." He sows a comforting kiss on her forehead, she closes her eyes, for as long as his lips traces her skin.
"Even if the world treats them scornfully." His warm breath, airy, hovers over her fair skin.
Her dewy, glittery, galaxy orbs intertwines with those tranquiled features of his. "But you know it, we don't compare to rest of the normal people. There lay terror in every second of our lives." She views their future, the gone by that shall strike upon harm.
"I'll never let any evil wound you. I promise, with my life will I keep you both safe." He affirms, kissing her so soulfully. She breathes out, her heart floating, feathery from his words.
"Can I be a good mom?" She asks, hesitation wiring her mind. "You're the best wife to me. Of course you'll make a good mother." He smiles, chin above her head, tightening softly his strong arms wrapped around his Neva. Filled with gratitude, she wouldn't abandon their seed of love.
"My Gosh, and I'm just a teenager." Neva all of a sudden realizes, earning a low chuckle from him. She threads their eyes, he pecks her blossoming, watercolor lips.
"Well, ain't our baby gon' be such lucky kid, such young, healthy are his parents." He laughs gently, having a soft chuckle waft out Neva's lips.
"Tomorrow we'll have to visit a doctor." She proclaims. He nods. "Sure, we'll leave after breakfast."
"How many weeks do you think he or she is?" He probes, greatly pondering how big it might be. "I have no idea." Remarks Neva, recalling back her monthly cycle.
"When was your last period?" He asks, nonchalantly. She blushes, pursing her lips, he can be brutally, embarassingly straightforward.
"December 19." Nonetheless, she answers shyly.
He nods knowingly, "You must've conceived on the night of our marriage." He declares, confidently.
Neva creases her brows in thought, clearly she went and pursued pregnancy kits, for she had missed her period in January.
Her menstrual circle had always been regular, and she was even late this month. Though she suffered no morning sickness, she had felt fatigued, along her sore and enlarged breast. They were all to blame for their recklessness, for they horribly lacked adopting any contraceptive method, or have a sole protected intercourse.
"Could be," She whispers, slumberouus from all those weepings. "Sleep tight." He kisses her on the cheek, raising the velvety duvet, warming the breach over her shoulders—which had drifted down a little before. She yawns, snuggling on his hard, restful chest.
He smiles, an abrupt desire to caress her abdomen thrashing his mind. And so he glides his hand down to her abdomen, fingers gently stroking, where he presumes their baby probably grows.
His heart warming up, he peers down at his dreaming, heavenly wife. In peace, he veils his eyes. He had been alone before she blessed him with her all.
She painted his grey life with wonders of brilliant rainbow, gleaming his gloomy soul with shimmering twinkling stars, golden moon, flickers of aurora and the burning red sun.
He's so in love with her, he wouldn't wish for anything else in this little while, no more. He could almost cry in euphoria, his Angel gave him his own family, for he always thought, he would never deserve anymore.
Such pleasant pleasure and warmth could a haven derive, before the last autumn arrived, he would have never even dared to fantasize.
He's grateful he's alive, he's obliged to the Creator. He's delighted with his life.
He kisses the top of her mellow head once more, drifting into saccharine slumber, heartening an abundant of beautiful dreams.