BABY, DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?

LIAM

I wipe the tears in my eyes before lifting rain on the stool.

"Do you feel like eating a little?"

He hasn't been eating so well this week we have been here in the cabin. His heat doesn't allow him to eat much, and the stomach needing to be empty so that he will conceive. His body is magical but I need my baby to be full.

He is too light, too thin for my liking.

"I can eat," he smiles and I lean in to kiss his forehead. My heart is bursting, full of warmth and the love I feel for rain.

"I have toast, some ground beef, a little porridge, the kind you love," I smile as I turn to the stove and start serving him the dishes. "And mashed potatoes."

"That's all comfort food. When did you get time to cook?" he laughs and my heart stops for a second. Rain's laugh is like a rainbow blessing and coloring the sky.