"We need to go out today, Emma." Jake wakes me from my nap with a gentle kiss on the mouth. I'm on the couch where I fell asleep with a book. Kissing has made a definite come back, although Jake never lets it move into full-on passion. I know it's because he doesn't want to escalate things, but he has gone back to kissing me softly, tenderly, and sometimes a little erotically. I've managed to gain control of the Demon b***h appearing in my head, with the kissing at least; she doesn't pop in there as easily anymore.
"Where?" I stretch out and yawn. This last week I haven't felt like doing anything or going out at all; morning sickness and tiredness are currently ruling my life. I guess I'm finally starting to accept the idea of a baby growing inside of me; appointments for doctors have bee
