Chapter 242: Writing Home

Kenneth's POV:

Paris, 1988

I was delighted. I could barely focus on the problems in our relationship with such brilliant news. Trying to distract Michelle, I asked her if she'd taken a pregnancy test and when she told me that she hadn't, I told her we'd pick one up in the morning.

After that, I lay there holding my wife close as my mind raced with ideas about our second child. I couldn't sleep for excitement and I knew from her breathing that Michelle was still awake too, although for different reasons.

When I began to see the sun rising through the cracks in the curtains, I sighed.

"Michelle?" I whispered, hoping that I was wrong and she was actually asleep.

"Hmm?" she replied immediately.

"Let's get up," I told her.

"But..."

I didn't let her talk me out of it. Instead, I pulled her out of our bed and walked her through our small apartment and into the kitchen. Preparing a pen and paper, I told her to write a letter to her parents.