When we got to the apartment, Lucille had already fallen asleep in the passenger’s seat. I don’t blame her. No pregnant woman should ever have to go through that. I carried her into our bedroom and laid her softly on the bed.

She woke up and gave me the feather. She couldn’t lay on her back so I told her to sit up. I rolled up her shirt and held the feather. I touched the feather to the cut and it healed in a matter of seconds. Once her wound was healed the feather disappeared. She laid down and fell asleep again. I kissed her on the forehead. I got ready for bed and sat on the bed next to her. She rolled to her side and her hand landed on my thigh. I moved her hand and went to sleep. Looking at her was different now. She didn’t change but It was weird seeing her. The empty spot on the bed was filled again.

That morning I got up early and made breakfast. When Lucille got up she stood right next to me waiting for me to finish cooking. I gave her some bacon and pancakes she ran to the table. I walked to the table and by the time I got to the table she was half done.

“Baby must be hungry,” I told her jokingly

“We both are Asher, don’t judge a tired and hungry pregnant woman.” She explained to me with a glare.

I shut up at that. She finished and hopped onto the couch. I finished my breakfast and put the two dishes in the sink and sat on the couch next to Lucille.

“So, have you thought of baby names,” I asked her kindly.

She looked at her scar covered legs. She put her hands on her stomach. She gave a small smile.

“I have actually. For a boy Grayson and a girl Layla.” She said with a smile.

“I like those names.” I smiled at her.

She smiled back at me. Her smile soon faded into a frown. She looked at her stomach.

“What if I turn out like my mother. I mean like what if I die as she did.” She said as she looked at me with teary eyes.

“No, you won’t you're a strong person you survived my dad for 4 months. I barely survived him for 20 years of my life. Heck, you're the strongest person I know.” I told her in a firm voice while grabbing her hands. She looked at me and grinned.

“I guess you’re right. I shouldn’t be too concerned. I still have two months.” She said wiping her eyes.

I hugged her.

“Everything will be ok. You will be a great mom, and the baby will love you.” I told her still hugging her.

“Yeah, I think I will be a great mom.”