Together
Sixty: Celin
“If you are a broken man then I’m definitely a broken woman.” I say still trying to catch my breath. I cried so hard that I know my whole face must be blotchy and red, eyes swollen to where I can hardly keep them open. “So, maybe we can find our way to being whole together?” He asks me as he is holding my chin with his thumb and forefinger. I feel his other hand under my shirt, rubbing circles on my belly. Waking the babe up to where he is now kicking his father’s hand. “I would like that. No, I would love that. We don’t need much. Just love and understanding.” I tell him as he gives me a smile. “Kiss me please.” I whisper as his eyes drop to my lips. I eagerly lick them waiting for him to decide what he is going to do.
I close my eyes as the hand the is holding o
