TWENTY-THREE

That is until a knock came to the bathroom door.

"Yes?" I called out groggy through the slapping of the water.

"Let me know when your ready," she said half asleep. 

"Okay, I'll be out in a bit." I called out.

"Alright, we have to be there by ten." She said once more.

"I know, I just need to wash up a bit." I replied.

"Do you want some coffee?" She asked.

"Yes please," I answered, sinking deeper into the hot water.

Decaf is better than nothing.

My stomach moved as the baby kicked gently, I rubbed it gently thinking about meeting it for the first time.

Will it look like me, or will it look like Colby, or will it look like both of us?

I wonder who I looked like, my mother or my father..

Will I ever meet them, do they even know I'm alive? 

So