Someday...
Growing up I didn’t really think to much about it.
Then I wanted to focus completely on myself. No “distractions”. Just me, myself, and my goals.
But now with him. I feel differently.
I want to be his wife. And I want to bare his children.
I watch how he interacts with children. How his voice softens and a bit of a higher pitch. He plays with them, whatever game they pick. As I watch all this, my stress, my fears, my anxiousness of having kids, fades.
I know he’ll be a great father. I know he will not just get up and leave. I know he’ll protect them, how he protects me. I know he’ll love them all the same as I.
I can’t wait for us to get married. For him to go and come back on his deployment. And let him start a life inside me.
Then I wanted to focus completely on myself. No “distractions”. Just me, myself, and my goals.
But now with him. I feel differently.
I want to be his wife. And I want to bare his children.
I watch how he interacts with children. How his voice softens and a bit of a higher pitch. He plays with them, whatever game they pick. As I watch all this, my stress, my fears, my anxiousness of having kids, fades.
I know he’ll be a great father. I know he will not just get up and leave. I know he’ll protect them, how he protects me. I know he’ll love them all the same as I.
I can’t wait for us to get married. For him to go and come back on his deployment. And let him start a life inside me.
26-30, F
