I let out a small sigh of content as I ran my fingers through Marcus’ hair while his head rested on my belly. From the moment I told him I was pregnant he’d barely let me do anything. I was lucky if I could walk to the bathroom on my own since he tried to carry me most places. I knew he was nervous because of the miscarriages Florence had, and I had my own history of high risk pregnancies, so I tried not to complain too much. Plus I liked being pampered; it had been a long time since anyone had taken care of me. The kids took the news of the new arrival just fine. They really were happy to have their father in their lives. Marcus wasn’t her dad, but he didn’t treat Finley any differently, in fact they had a really close relationship.
“What’d you say?” Marcus asked
breaking the silence. I looked down at him with a frown.
“I didn’t say anything babe.”
“Shh, I wasn’t talking to you. I’m
talking to my son.”
“Oh ok.” I replied laughing “and
son?”
“Yes son, looking at my track
record I’m pretty sure this will be another boy. Now if you don’t mind I need
to get back to my conversation.”
“Oh well…” I said shoving his head
to the side “excuse me for interrupting. Just pretend I’m not here.” I finished
turning on my side so that my back was to him.
Marcus moved up pulling me into his
arms. “I could never do that.” He said kissing my neck softly. “Besides our
conversation was about you.”
“So not only am I not allowed in on
this conversation, you two are talking about me.” I replied with a playful
pout.
“Yep.” Marcus replied before
kissing the tip of my nose. He got off the bed and before I could even ask what
he was doing, he was back beside me. “What’s the saying? Third time’s a charm.”
