Days passed and it became weeks, which soon transformed into months and Kian could not stop caressing and obsessing about his wife's growing bump.
They were on the bed as she laid on her back stark naked and him sitting and leaning down, touching her bulged-out belly.
"How is it possible?"
"What is not possible?"
Kian asked, looking up at his wife's face as she was running her fingers through his black hair.
"It has been past eight and there has been no cry from our Ava dolly."
Tinsley replied. Their baby girl would wake up way before eight in the morning every day, crying out for her parents.
"Well, she is growing up huh?"
Kian added, still hugging the baby bump of his wife, careful to not put all his weight atop of hers.
And then suddenly, it drowned upon Tinsley how one day, in the future, her babies were growing to grow up, older and capable and not need her to survive anymore.
