~~**~~
It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if i did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live
If I was a sculptor but then again no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know its not much, but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses, well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you, that keep it turned on
So excuse me for forgetting but these things I do
you see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the things is, what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen
(~~~Elton John..Your Song~~~)
I kissed Keavy's slightly protruding belly "I hope you enjoyed your song precious. I love you" I worked my way up her belly, feathering it with kisses and came to rest on her chest. She ran her hands through my hair as I laid on her chest, tracing hearts on her stomach.
"Yank this is my favourite time, when it's just you and me and our little peanut. I love hearing you sing to our baby and feeling you shower my tummy with kisses." Keavy said quietly, almost whisperlike.
"Do you think the baby can hear us?" I asked as I kissed her stomach again. "I read in that baby book that we should get the baby accustomed to familiar noises so that it will be more comfortable when we bring the baby home"
"Well I bet the baby is falling in love with daddy's voice right now" keavy pulled me up to meet her lips.
~~**~~
"So morning sickness is common?" I asked the doctor. "I mean we are talking projectile pea soup vomit"
Our OB/GYN smiled at me "It is normal and in the first trimester, I actually believe that if you are sick in the first trimester that it it a good sign that you won't miscarry, not to say that if you aren't sick that you will. Just make sure that you have some crackers by your bed and take some nibbles as soon as you wake up. Stay away from salt and come the 4th month you should be projectile free" she teased "are you ready for the ultrasound?"
~~**~~
My eyes blinked rapidly and I tried to see through the tears that were forming in my eyes. "That's our baby?" I asked, trying to comprehend that the tiny speck on the screen was ours.
"Yes it is, it is too early to tell the sex of the baby but why don't I print you off a copy of baby's first picture"
I stroked Keavy's hair and leaned in to kiss her "Baby I am so excited, so amazed, so overwhelmed"
"It's a miracle, a miracle that our love created" Keavy stared into my eyes and smiled
~~**~~
"So who wants to see our first baby picture" Our friends were gathered at our house anxious to hear how our appointment went. Chinese take out cartons were spread out on the table and wine was in abundance, though for Keavy her wine was actually Naya water.
"That little fuzzy thing is the baby? Are you sure it isn't just a speck of dust on the screen?" Nick asked, his eyes squinting to make out our child.
"Trust me Nicky, that's our baby" I rubbed Keavy's stomach and beamed.
"Bone this is incredible, Denise you must be so excited"
"I am Howie, between Keavy's mother and myself we have already bought enough clothes and toys to keep 20 babies happy. I just can't wait to see what my precious angel looks like"
I watched my friends talk and pass around our baby picture and smiled. We had been through many firsts together, our first contract, first concert and now our first Backstreet Baby. I was thrilled that we had such an incredible support group to help us through and share this moment with us.
Little did I know that the support group who was at that moment sharing in our happiness would be called on 3 years later to help me get through the biggest tragedy and loss of my young life.
~~**~~
”Hi you have reached Alex, Keavy, Saffie and Keegan. We can't take your call right now so leave us a message....”
I really should change that message but everytime I hear her voice on the machine it perks me up. I can't bear to erase another part of her. I can't take away the precious reminders of have of my children's mother.
"AJ it's Howie, we really want to see you, my mom will take the kids. Meet us at TGI Fridays, our usual booth, 7 o'clock. You need to get out buddy."
I leaned over and erased his message and curled back up with Saffie and
Keegan, hoping that sleep would once again bring me back to Keavy, if
only
for a short period in my dreams
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