Soul looks so peaceful while he sleeps. Despite his cuts and bruises, he looks like the boy I fell for in school.
I just wish I could go back to those feelings. The lust, the ache, the need to be close to him.
Now, instead of wanting him, I just like how he makes me feel safe and cared for.
I'm basically using him for the way he supports and cherishes me.
Somebody like Soul wouldn't hurt me intentionally. He cares for me. He loves me. He wants to make me happy.
And he's trying so hard.
I sigh, shake my head and wander out of the bedroom.
I'm dressed and ready for work.
My work shirts are all getting tight around my stomach and hips, as are my skirts. I'm going to have to get maternity wear soon. That sucks!
~*~
"So, what are we going to do about the baby?" Soul asks as we cuddle in bed that evening.
"Huh?"