Burning for You

Even the very thought of this man had me in a smiling frenzy. The way his gorgeous emerald-green eyes crinkled as he would smile. Those luscious golden-brown curls that would always somehow manage to take shape, even in the windiest of days. He was my person, and I love to think that I was his as well. Although... It wasn't always like this. The day I first met Helm, I swore to God that I'd hate him forever. He drove me absolutely bananas just by doing something as simple as breathing too much. To this day, I still haven't a single clue as to why he'd drive me up the walls. Just that I couldn't even as much as glance as the man without feeling furious with him for whatever reason. He'd do as little as yawn while looking in my direction, and I'd have steam blowing out of my ears. Nowadays, he and I tend to laugh about it... cracking up jokes as we both would mock how much his tiny antics drove me crazy. Now, he'll tell me constantly how he used to do whatever he could to get my attention... an attempt that typically ended in failure due to my complete and utter annoyance with anything he'd do. Even today, he still tells me that he's just going to use those little stories to help motivate our child to never give up on what he wants in life.

I smiled, placing the pencil down on the journal page as my hand touched the large bump poking out of my belly, "You see, Ty, your father was preparing for your future." Keeping my hand on my belly, I felt a tear slip down my cheek, "Please come out alright, Ty. Mommy is so much to tell you."