by B. M. Hardin
“Are you hungry?”
“No, I just want to have this baby,” I whined.
Santana didn’t know yet but as soon as we got home he was dropping his drawers. The doctor had said that sex could cause your water to break so sex was the only thing on my menu.
“Did you ever decide what we were going to name her?” Santana asked.
“Yep.”
“Well…what is it?” he questioned me.
“Darla Marie Jones. I want to name her after your mother,” I said looking at him.
Santana turned to look at me. I could see the tears rapidly forming in his eyes. He tried his best to contain then but a few of them broke free and rolled down both of his cheeks.
He wasn’t big on showing emotions, so to see him cry, or whatever you wanted to call it, really touched me. Though he didn’t say a word, his face had said it all.
The news must have really touched Santana’s heart because when we got home, he made love to me like never before.
And guess what…my damn water still didn’t break.
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