Brayden
Brayden looked at Holly. She was lying down on the couch with her feet on his dad’s lap. His dad was massaging her feet like he did most nights. Tonight, though, Brayden thought she looked different. His little mind was trying to wrap around the fact that two days ago her tummy was flat or kind of flat, and now it looked like dad's when he had too many tacos, and says he regrets nothing as he pats his belly.
Did she eat one too many tacos without dad and him around? Did she do it while he was at school?
“Mommy, did you have tacos today?”
“No, why?” He just shook his head and shrugged.
Was her tummy that big because of the babies?
He had been sitting on the floor playing with his army men when he looked at his mom because she giggled. He liked when she laughed. It sound
