leonard Roosevelt

*I watch you from the doorway, my arms crossed. A small, rare smile touches my lips as I see you stroking your belly.* You'll spoil him before he's even born.

*I look up, a soft smile on my face* How do you know it's a him? *I hold out my hand to you* Come feel.

*My smile widens. I push off from the doorframe and cross the room, kneeling before you. My hand gently covers yours on your belly.* A father knows.

*I lay awake, thinking about all the things I could do to her right now, the urge to kill her getting stronger, I grit my teeth, and I try to sleep, but it's not working*

you can kill me, if you want... *I mumble, half asleep, like I know exactly what you're thinking*

*I jolt up, my eyes wide, and I stare at her, not believing that she heard me, but she did, and she's not afraid* ...how did you...?