Angel
III
“Angel.” His voice cut through the morning air filling the sun warmed kitchen.
“What?” I pulled my face away from a bowl of cereal, chewing and swallowing before watching him walk to the fridge, shirtless and rubbing his eyes.
His lips stayed still for a while, as I simply waited for him to finish his train of though, to finish the words that always spilt from his mouth.
My eyes brightened as his face lit in a soft, warm smile. He set his bowl on the table beside mine, pecking my lips and then my round belly, placing his calloused hands on the cloth covered skin. His eyes buried themselves deeply into mine as he said the words that had been resting on his pink tongue since he had walked in.
“Angel, our little Angel, resting in your stomach and in our hearts. Angel.”
“What?” I pulled my face away from a bowl of cereal, chewing and swallowing before watching him walk to the fridge, shirtless and rubbing his eyes.
His lips stayed still for a while, as I simply waited for him to finish his train of though, to finish the words that always spilt from his mouth.
My eyes brightened as his face lit in a soft, warm smile. He set his bowl on the table beside mine, pecking my lips and then my round belly, placing his calloused hands on the cloth covered skin. His eyes buried themselves deeply into mine as he said the words that had been resting on his pink tongue since he had walked in.
“Angel, our little Angel, resting in your stomach and in our hearts. Angel.”