My Dear Friend

Lance

Looking at the way Harley was holding unto that baby, I experience a kind of contentment and joy I never knew I could. I was amazed at how beautiful and perfect the baby looked in her arms.

When she asked me to hold him I nearly passed out with fright. Me, hold a baby. I have never held a baby and the very notion of holding one was flabbergasting. For once I wanted to decline but the look on her face doesn't brook any argument so I had to take the pup in my arm.

It was incredible the way I felt once the child was in my arm and Harkey was close to me still cooing to him. I imagined what it would be like for us to have our child, which made my heart soar when I thought of the fact that he or she was on the way already.

My eyes instinctively found hers smiling when I saw her touch her stomach earlier on, thinking how our baby would baby look.

"Touch him like this" She had instructed me on how to tweak the rosy cheek which I did, eliciting a hint of a smile from the little one. Wow,