“I miss you, too.” I brush my lips across his. “Waking up without you inside of me… I don’t like it.” It’s hard to explain how what had once been an intrusion became so achingly familiar. I think it’s probably a lot like carrying this baby. I can’t imagine anything else. It’s not just the sex. It’s that, for a brief moment, when things had begun feeling more settled between us, their touch became soothing instead of bruising. I want that, more than anything.
