I walked over to the back end of the street. It was an amazing view from this vantage point and since I thought I’d be waiting a while I sat down on the mossy wall.
After a few minutes James came out, saw me and wandered down the path. His eyes never left my face. What was he thinking?
“Aren’t you cold” he said as he reached me
“No,” he lent on the wall looking in the opposite direction away from the houses
“When’s the baby due?” he asked
“Another 2 months”
“Wow”
“What’s so wow?”
“You’re going to have a baby, it almost doesn’t seem real to me”
“You’re not the only one”
“You’ll be a good mum to him” He said turning around
“You think, I can’t see me being especially…”
He cut me off “I think you will be.” He took my hand, and climbed up to sit on the wall next to me.
I looked at him, he didn’t let go of my hand. “I’m still glad I danced with you last night,” he smiled and I lent towards him. His skin was soft on my bare arm. My mind drifted away.