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I  brea the   in   and   out  as  I  try  to  proces s  ev er ythi ng   tha t’s  ha ppeni ng

                ins ide  of me  right  no w.
                    He  looks  rea lly  good.  It’s  been  so  long   sinc e  I’ve  seen  hi m,  I  forgot
                ho w  bea utiful  he  is.  I  ha ve  an  urge  to  run  down  the  ha llway  and   jump
                int o  hi s  arms.  I  want   to  feel   hi s  mouth  on  mine.   I  want   to  hea r  hi m
                tel l me  ho w much  he  loves  me. I want  hi m to lie  down  nex t to me  and
                put  hi s  ha nd   on   my  stomach      like   I’ve   imagined   hi m  doing   so  many

                times .
                    It  would  be  so  ea sy.  My  life  would  be  so  much  ea sier  right   no w  if  I
                would just forgive  hi m and  take  hi m back.
                    I close  my ey es  and  rep ea t the  words my mother  said to me.  “If  R yle
                truly loves you, he  wouldn ’t al low you to tak e hi m bac k.”
                    Tha t   remi nd er    is   the   onl y   thi ng    tha t   prev ent s   me   from   runni ng
                down  the  ha llway.


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                I  keep   mysel f  busy  in  the  kitchen     for  the  nex t  ho ur  as  he  rem ains   in

                the  nu rser y. I ev ent ually ha ve  to walk past it to grab my pho ne  cha rger
                from my room. On  my way back down  the  ha llway, I pause  at the  door
                of the  nu rser y.
                    The  crib  is  assembled .  He  ev en  put  the  bed ding   on.   He’s  stand ing
                over   it,   gripping   the   railing ,   staring    ins ide   the   em pty   crib.   He’s   so

                quiet   and  still,  he  looks  like  a  statue.   He’s  lost  in  tho ught   and   does n’t
                ev en   no tice   me   stand ing    outside   the   door way.   It   makes    me   wond er
                where  hi s mind  ha s wand ered .
                    Is  he   thi nk ing   about  the   baby?  The    chi ld  he   won’t  ev en   be   living
                with  when  it sleep s in  tha t ver y crib?
                    Unt il  thi s  moment ,  I  wasn’t  sure  if  he  ev en  want ed   to  be  a  part  of
                the  baby’s life.  But the  look on hi s face  proves  to me  tha t he  does . I’ve
                nev er   seen   so   much     sadnes s   in   one   ex pres sion,    and    I’m   no t   ev en

                facing    hi m   straight    on.    I   feel    like   the   sadnes s   he’s   feel ing    in   thi s
                moment   ha s  absolutel y  no thi ng   to  do  with  me  and   ev er ythi ng   to  do
                with  tho ught s of hi s chi ld.
                    He  glances   up  and   sees   me  stand ing   in  the  door way.  He  pushes   off
                the   crib   and    sha kes    hi msel f   out   of   hi s   tranc e.    “Fini shed ,”   he   says,
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