He crossed the room and knelt in front of me, placing both hands on my belly, as he did every single night. Nursing school hadn’t stolen that from him yet. That was his focus while we built our little family one paycheck at a time.
« How’s she doing in there? » he asked.
« Kicking me like she’s got rent due. »
He laughed and kissed the top of my stomach. « That’s my girl! »
« How’s she doing in there? »
I playfully swatted him away.
« Go. You’ll be late for the study group. »
« I love you, you know that? »
« I know. Go pass your pharmacology quiz so we can afford diapers. »
My boyfriend grabbed his keys, kissed my forehead, then paused at the door as he always did.
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