Chapter 48
Daniela
The twentieth of August.
The due date.
Dex is here visiting, though I told him he didn’t have to come.
It’s the middle of the week, and we both were supposed to be working.
I took the day off, and so did he. We have a nice dinner reservation later tonight, and then he’ll drive back home tomorrow.
I have a feeling he’ll make some excuse to stay, though.
He’s always trying to spend as much time here as he can, and I don’t complain one bit.
It was only last week when I mentioned to him that the due date was coming up.
I think he choked up a little on the other end of the phone.
It’s an odd situation, because neither one of us had planned on bringing a child into the world.
We had just met at the time. But it still feels like we lost something, and it feels right to spend today together.
We’re still the only ones who know about it.
Our little secret. It’s a feeling I can’t describe.
“Think we’ll be getting a baby announcement from the newlyweds soon?” I muse as we walk along the waterfront. It’s a beautiful, late summer day, and it felt right to get outside and enjoy the fresh air.
Dex holds my hand in his firmly, like he always does. “Who knows with those two.”
“She mentioned before that she wanted to wait a while. But yeah, who knows with them. I would love it though, honestly.” I really would. Another addition to our crew would be such a fun blessing. I’d love the crap out of that little nugget.
Dex looks over at me, and I smile.
After a moment of silence, he asks, “Do you still want kids one day?”
I tilt my head, studying him. His question catches me off guard, but somehow, I’m not surprised.
I glance at the water that’s sparkling in the sunlight.
Suddenly, I can picture some little ones running around.
But I don’t picture them here. I picture Dex’s backyard.
On his patio, surrounded by trees, the mountains in the background.
It’s too soon, but I already know Dex would be an amazing dad .
Feeling the chilly breeze, I snuggle against him as we continue to walk slowly, holding onto his arm with my other hand. “Yes.”
“Me too,” he says thoughtfully, eyes distant like his mind is somewhere else. “One day.”
I nod in agreement. “One day.”