Bishop
“I’m exhausted,” Harley says as she has a seat on the couch, sighing deeply.
I plop down next to her, putting my arm around her neck and pulling her in close. It’s been a long day for me too. Seems like most of them have been since we’ve been keeping this secret from everyone. There’s a low-level buzz in my days, worrying about her and this baby that doesn’t even have a gender or name yet. But this is about her, not me. “I am too. How did your mom take it?”
“Good, both of them have taken it really well. I’m taking a picture to send to Grandpa Liam and Grandma Denise. I don’t think I can take telling them. In fact, I figure that’s how we’ll tell everyone else. It’s just too much stress, trying to figure out how to tell them in a way that won’t make them react in a way I don’t want them to.”
“Because you’re afraid you’re going to be a disappointment?”