Tarek Never Wanted a Family

Miranda

Many years ago.

T here is something about rain on a tin roof that makes you burrow a little deeper beneath your sheets. It makes you cling to the one you love a little tighter. I’ve always loved the rain, the quiet tap of droplets on the window, the soft rumble of thunder, the gentle drip of water on the leaves outside. With a soft sigh, I press my head against the chest of the man I love. My fingers trace a heart on his chest. In this moment, everything around me feels perfect. The rain, the bed, the man, it was all so perfect.

“Did I hurt you, Sticks? I know I am big. Are you okay?” Dereck asks as he lifts my chin to look into his stormy grey eyes.