The red notification light on my phone is blinking. I knew it was an email from Nick. As much as I want to answer it, I don’t want to potentially ruin this moment that Ashley and I having. This shit is stressful. I mute the TV so I can check my phone.
I appreciate you informing me of your pregnancy. Nobody has been informed on my end in regards to your email
and I have no intention of telling anyone else. I know that you and Ashley will do one hell of a job raising the baby.
Have your lawyer contact me so that I can sign the necessary paperwork to relinquish my parental rights.
All the best,
I exhale and turn to Ashley.
“He’s going to sign over his rights.”
Speechless, Ashley begins to cry. I wipe the tears off her face.
“Baby, I promise these are tears of joy. I was mentally prepared for a fight. This is a HUGE weight lifted off of our shoulders.”
We continue to enjoy the moment until we fall asleep on the sofa. Dreams turned into nightmares, waking me up. As Ashley sleeps across my lap, I lightly comb her hair with my fingers. Never in a thousand years would I have imagined that we would be here. I’ve put Ashley through a lot and I just want this pregnancy to proceed as smoothly as possible.
“How long have you been awake?” she asks groggily.
I trace the outline of her eyes with my finger.
“For about an hour. My mind wouldn’t let me rest.”
Sitting up, Ashley rubs my belly. I may be crazy, but I swear I felt a rumble in my belly and it wasn’t hunger related.
“Holy shit balls, the baby kicked!!”