His thoughts must be racing because neither one of us has said a word to each other. His chest is warm, and I’m so comfortable in my spot; if we didn’t have plans today, then I would refuse to move. His warm hand moves down from the back of my shoulders to the small of my back. “Heather?” “Mhmm?” I reply softly and nuzzle his chest. “Do I look like them?” His voice is cool, almost dark; I know he’s anxious. His question takes me by surprise, and I have to think back to give him a proper answer. “You have your mother’s eyes, I believe.” I smile and look up at him. “But if I recall correctly, I think you’ve outgrown your dad. He’s tall, but you’re taller.” He listens quietly as his hands roam around my back. “Do you remember anything about them? What were they like?” I clear my throat as I think back on that sad time in my life. I’ve blocked it out, but now I’ll boldly jump into that darkness for him. “Well, both of your parents were extremely understanding.
