Chapter 11

• And that’s how I ended up horizontal with Elroy for the second time—though this time was much less…enthusiastic. We laid together above the covers, fully clothed, as I let Elroy rest his hand gingerly just above my waistband. Right over our baby.
• Elroy’s hand was large, warm, and heavy, and it was strangely soothing to have it sitting there. I was more enthralled with watching his face though; he was all carefully modulated excitement and serious intensity as he stared down at his hand, and aside from being drop-dead gorgeous, it made me feel like he’d be a good father.
• Good. My baby deserved nothing less.