My Morning Jacket
I wake up before the alarm on my phone sounds, and I yawn, rolling over to look at Jackson as I slide my leg out from under his. His eyes are closed, and he has this cute little smirk on his face. I wonder what he's dreaming about. I hope it's about me, but I doubt it. I haven't given him very much to dream about.
My movements must have woken up the baby, and I pull Jackson's t-shirt up over the bump and watch my belly move from the inside. It's still so weird. I don't think I'll ever get used to it. The baby shifts to get comfortable, and he shoves his little rear end right into my bladder.
I can't wait to evict this kid.
My movements must have woken up the baby, and I pull Jackson's t-shirt up over the bump and watch my belly move from the inside. It's still so weird. I don't think I'll ever get used to it. The baby shifts to get comfortable, and he shoves his little rear end right into my bladder.
I can't wait to evict this kid.