"Beautiful," he whispered, his eyes remaining shut as he tried not to exhale at the feel of her breath against his neck. "He'll need a proper middle name. But we can...think of one when it gets closer," he added, with small pauses in between the words, as he tried his best to keep focused. "And I'm glad that you want the baby to have my name. I wasn't going to push for it...but I am partial to the idea," he explained with the smallest smile.
"Love," he answered back. He wished there was distance. Distance would cause a numbing sensation. Distance would help. He felt his stomach leap and it was almost like a fog came rolling in, messing with his judgment. Was it wrong?
He opened his eyes, staring up at her, quiet now. He looked just as he felt, as if he was trying to decide if he wanted to struggle anymore or give in to what he believed in. For the moment, he just focused on her. It had been so long. So many nights of worrying about her and of missing her. He was never good at complete separation from anything, whether it be a person, alcohol or an activity. If he cut himself off...it became all he wanted. And all he had wanted was her to come home. Now she was...and he found himself thinking of all the things he used to do with her. With only her.