Chapter 42 Family

• Annie
• My mother is a very strong woman. I've only seen her cry a few times, and they were all for good reasons. I remember she cried when my little brother was born, and when I graduated high school, and finally when I told her I wanted to see the world. She stands in front of me for the fourth time, ocean tears in her eyes as she looks between me and Daniel, who's hand is tightly clasped around my own. Ever since I told him about the baby a few weeks ago, he has barely left my sight--let alone my side. He's cautious; he helps me walk up and down stairs, makes sure I avoid cracks in the concrete as we walk through the gardens, and even spots me as I get into bed. I love him, and now that I know he loves me I feel wonderful, but it's starting to get out of hand. I'm barely even showing and other than morning sickness and my sudden aversion to tea--a Verilian Royal Baby folktale-- I'm doing fine, Even the doctors say so.
• Trust me, I know. Daniel insisted I see five of them.