Ramsey
My heart constricted with emotions as I watched Lyla dozing off at the dining table.
Her head was lolling from one side to the other; she looked so exhausted that I wished I had a way to relieve her for a few seconds. My eyes strayed to the stomach, which seemed normal to me, and I was sad that I would not be here to experience the life I had created.
Rising to my feet, I went around the table and slowly lifted her into my arms, careful not to wake her. I crossed towards the bed and lay her gently, watching as one hand instinctively rested over her stomach.
If I had any doubts before, this was what gave me the strength. And no matter what, I felt a sense of fulfilment. I have a wife and two children. What more could I ask for?
