It has been about a month since Diego has returned home. We both are very active in the kitchen. It allows us to be together.
The days seem to fly by. Our baby girl Abigail is growing up. She is older 6 months old.She becomes more aware of her outside world each day. I watch her eyes lit up, and it brings a smile to my face.
We take turns taking care of her. I watch the smile creep across Diego’s face when he feeds her. I’m more afraid to take care of her. Of course I love her, but my past abuse worries me to the core.
One morning I woke up not feeling good. I have a feeling, I’m pregnant. A couple days later, I deiced to go visit the doctor.
I was pregnant. I was worried to tell Diego unsure of his reaction.
I took care Abigail while Diego was at work. I told myself I would tell once he got home from work.
As well today I pay to the bills. Which reminded me to go soon registry myself as a self employed painter.
That afternoon when Diego go home from work. I walked outside to meet. I told him I had something to tell him. He told me he had something to tell me. He ended up going first. He got a promotion now a level 3 in the medical track. I was happy for and our family.
” Becca Boo, What do you have to tell me?” Diego smiled and reached for my hand.
I took a deep breath ” Diego, I’m pregnant” I smiled, He smiled. He gave me a hug and I knew then that he wasn’t upset,made or angry. He was just glad.