My Baby

LUNA

"Dylan, I'm tickled." I giggled as I pushed Dylan's face away from my neck.

"This is the first time that I have woken up that I am complete, Luna.” He whispered close to my ear.

I felt his warm chest on my back. His palm caressed my now nine-month-old belly. I lay down and gave him a sweet smile.

I caressed his face. "I'm not leaving again, D."

"I won't let you go anywhere, Baby."

"Did you miss me?"

"I miss you so much."

I let our noses touched. "Let's eat. We're hungry."

"Come on. I've already cooked."

We got up and went down to the kitchen. He took care of me and put food on my plate. It was fun to watch Dylan change.

"Aren't you going to be in the office today?" I asked before munching on the small slice of meat.

"I'm supposed to be. But I'm cancelling all my meetings so I can be with you."

"Oh, you're so sweet." I smiled. "Anyway, why does your porridge doesn’t have cabbage?"