We, in fact, did not just kiss. But the reason he pulled away was in order to say hello to my baby bump, so…I’m confused. But not hurt? Disappointed but…elated? He’s up on an elbow, smiling at my baby bump and then turning back to me. He blinks down at me, a slow expression, filled with a depth that only decades of knowing someone can give you. This here is a man who knows me. And I feel known.
