“If, if I become a mother.”
“Nope, when. No if’s, but’s or maybe’s. Because baby, you will have kids of your own and if you would let me, I would be the father of those kids. But I’m getting ahead of myself. But never say if Lia. Because when I have my way, you will be pregnant and you will carry our child to term and we will raise our kids together.” The first tear slips down my cheek. Why is he so damn good with words?
“Come here, baby.” He coos and I turn and hug him and he just holds me.
“It is so hard to think that it may not happen. But for some reason, I kinda believe you. That there is no if’s, only when. I guess I have a long way to go. But I will get there.” I say when I yawn and Leo chuckles.
“We will get there, together. Come on baby, you need to sleep.” He says in my ear
