Burying his face in her hair he inhaled deeply. He loved the fresh strawberry scent “it’s the way it should be. You should be wrapped in a bubble of expectant happiness. I’m sorry I’m messing that up for you.”
“You’ve done no such thing,” she said, drying the tears from her eyes. “We should have talked about this before instead of assuming things.”
“You’re right,” he rested his forehead against hers. “Will you do something for me?”
Shaking her hair back lips curling into a playful grin “depends on what it is.”
“Will you get a check up. I’m worried about how tired you’ve been…”
“That’s just normal pregnant stuff,” she scoffed “I’m fine.”
“Please,” he insisted “for me?”
“Fine. I’ll do it. For you,” she kissed his cheek “but I’m fine, really I am.”
“It doesn’t hurt to be sure,” he moved, capturing her lips with his own cutting off any further protest.
