I closed my eyes and sang the verse on my back. As I sang, his hand ran up and down my tattoo. "It's pretty." Content, I nodded. "Are you going to sing it to our baby?" His hand flattened on my stomach. "Maybe," I said quietly. We spent the next hour lying there asking questions about each other and our family. Christopher was a little concerned about John being a police chief, trained and licensed to shoot a gun. "Of course I get the cop's daughter pregnant." He groaned. Laughing at his whining, we actually continued to talk to each other. Sometime after the question and answer session, we fell asleep. * * * * * Relief and excitement fought for domination when she told me she was going to have the baby. However, nervousness won when I found out that a police chief's daughter was pregnant with my child. I cannot wait until that meeting. "Hello sir, I'm the guy that had unprotected, premarital sex with your baby girl. Oh and by the way, I knocked her up. Boom. Dead. RIP Christopher Masen." The morning came quickly, a little too quickly for Mia.
