Katherine was in my apartment.
This was the first time since I moved to this town that she had visited, now that we decided to co-parent separately.
She was looking around and taking it in. Looking around the small but decent one-bedroom apartment with modern furnishings, I was sure she felt it gave a temporary feel.
"This is very... temporary, compared to your kind of place," she observed.
"It is temporary. I'm hoping-"
"Don't." She held up her hand. "Don't hope for what I can't give."
"Can't? Or won't?" I retorted
Her face hardened as she spoke. "Tony, please. Let's just focus on the baby. Our daughter."
Our daughter. The words still do not feel real.
We're having a girl. A daughter. Thinking of giving her a beautiful name, such as Rose, maybe. But we haven't officially decided.
But she was real, growing and kicking.
We sat across from each other, the coffee table between us like a physical barrier.
