Chapter 58. Why Don’t We Leave?

DOVE

My husband brought me breakfast in bed, and as I opened my eyes, he looked at me with that unattractive yet attractive appearance that kept me hooked on his being. He was so different, wanting to be kind to me because he truly loved only me; I was the only woman in his life.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he said sweetly, caressing my face and then my belly.

Sometimes, I felt the baby; I could even visualize it in the future. I was so happy to have it. I wanted to protect it, love it, and ensure it had two parents who would watch over its wellbeing forever. These were things I imagined in my mind, with the joy of a future mother eager to see her son for the first time.

“Good day,” I yawned, rubbing my eyes with fatigue. I slept a lot, with a heavy sleep, and I generally woke up slowly. That made Jacob have a lot of fun talking to me, so I would answer all kinds of nonsense.

“Let’s wait for the half-hour of hallucinations,” he said, joking and kissing