He kissed my forehead and laughed through his tears.
« We’re going to have so much fun, Mama Bear, » he said with a grin.
I believed him.
« And there’s another heartbeat. »
He painted the nursery, assembled two cribs, and proudly told everyone he was going to be « the coolest dad ever. »
But as my pregnancy progressed, I noticed something strange.
Whenever Trevor talked about becoming a father, he spoke about it as if it lived in the future.
« Once the babies are here… »
« When everything gets crazy… »
I never corrected him.
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