Three weeks had passed since I spent that perfect morning, wrapped up in A's arms, consumed by his love. He had come over early in the morning and we spent a few hours in bed together. The wild and sweaty sex we had been used to last summer was replaced by passionate sweeter sex over the last few months and although things were definitely different, our desire and lust for one another burned just as intensely as it did before. As A held me close to him and stroked my hair, he whispered how perfect these moments together were and how I was everything that he had ever wanted. He reiterated once again how he would wait for me and be there for me no matter what I needed or wanted in the future.
We kissed goodbye without knowing that just a few hours later, my baby would be born, a little early and definitely unexpectedly.
In the frenzy that followed my perfect morning with A, I still managed to let him know that I was on my way to the hospital. In the hours and days that followed, A showed me unwavering support and unconditional love. He wrote to me every day. His words of encouragement and the love that transpired in them made me smile and warmed my heart as I read them from my hospital bed, in the wee hours of the morning.
Now, three weeks later, we found ourselves wrapped in a perfect embrace once again. Although much had changed, nothing felt different between us. As A kissed me deeply and held me tightly against his strong chest, I felt incredibly lucky to know this kind of unconditional love. As I looked into his eyes and stroked his hair, I said: "I've never felt this way for anyone before. I don't think that I ever will again. This doesn't happen twice".
He held me tighter as I said: "We've been through so much....". To which he responded: "And we can make it through anything".
We kissed goodbye without knowing that just a few hours later, my baby would be born, a little early and definitely unexpectedly.
In the frenzy that followed my perfect morning with A, I still managed to let him know that I was on my way to the hospital. In the hours and days that followed, A showed me unwavering support and unconditional love. He wrote to me every day. His words of encouragement and the love that transpired in them made me smile and warmed my heart as I read them from my hospital bed, in the wee hours of the morning.
Now, three weeks later, we found ourselves wrapped in a perfect embrace once again. Although much had changed, nothing felt different between us. As A kissed me deeply and held me tightly against his strong chest, I felt incredibly lucky to know this kind of unconditional love. As I looked into his eyes and stroked his hair, I said: "I've never felt this way for anyone before. I don't think that I ever will again. This doesn't happen twice".
He held me tighter as I said: "We've been through so much....". To which he responded: "And we can make it through anything".
