Baby. The name makes me relax. The pain I was feeling—the pressure—it doesn’t magically disappear, but it does lessen. I don’t think Silas realized what he called me, but I did. And I fucking love it. I want him to call me that all the time. I want to be his baby every damn day and from now on, if he’ll let me. “Yeah,” I say, letting out a deep breath as I get used to how thick he is. “Yeah, you can move.”
