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believe, but it was MY make believe. I just hope tonight Nick proves to me that it doesn’t only happen in movies. I love him. And we’ve talked about kids before, just for the hell of it. But it was something we both wanted one day. Someday. I could see him being a dad. He was always good with my little brother, when he made time for him. That’s important to me. He is important to me. Oh God, I think I’m going to be sick. I discreetly cover my mouth with the back of my hand and turn my body towards the door so he can’t see.
                  “Here babe.” He hands me the bag of our food and I quickly swallow the bile that is threatening to jump out of my mouth.
    “ Dammit!”
                  “What?” He says, startled. Did I just say that out loud?
                  “Nothing, I bit my tongue.” I quickly blurt out. He smiles, takes my hand and gently kisses my finger. Please, don’t leave me! I want to say. I wipe the sweat from my palms on my jeans and lean my head back on the headrest.
                  “Have you been sleeping well? You look tired.” He states. He has no idea.
                  “Um, yeah I guess I could use a little more sleep. I’ve been having bad dreams.” Which is true, I’ve been having some weird crazy nightmares the last few nights. Sometimes I wake up crying or screaming. Is that normal for pregnancy? I guess I will have to write that question down for the doctor to answer.
                  “Oh, well you should call me when that happens. Or go see a doctor. They can give you meds for that.” Yeah, too bad I can’t take anything for it.
                  We pull up to the baseball fields and he parks the car. “Do you want to eat in here or out there on the ground?” I don’t really want to eat anything.
                  “Out there is fine. We can sit by the stands or in the grass.” He kills the engine and gets out, carrying our drinks. He walks over to my side and opens my door. Do I have to tell him?
                  “Thanks.” I say. We walk to the stands and he sits down right on the ground. I follow suit. It’s not like I will be able to do this after a few months, well depending how big I get. As little as I’m eating, I probably won’t gain a whole lot. That can’t be good for the baby though. Shit!
                  “So tell me, what did you want to talk about?” Oh no not yet.
                  “Um, you first. Or we can eat then talk.”
                  “Yeah, good idea. It’s not polite to talk with your mouthful.” Says the King of mouthful talking.
                  We eat in silence. Or I watch him eat and I pick at my food. He asks me why I’m not eating and I just tell him I’m not really hungry but will take it home for later. That’s a total lie by the way, I’m starving. But I just know this is not a conversation to have after having eaten something. It would be nice to be over paranoid though, maybe I am blowing this whole thing out of proportion and he is totally excited about the news. Or it can go to shit like I can see happening. I look at the ground and play with the dirt to keep my mind occupied and my hands busy so they’re not sweating.
                  “Are you okay? You seem distracted tonight.” I look up at him and see his dark eyes twinkling in the light. They are nice to look at. He’s got thin, dark eyebrows I wished I had. Mine are dark but need to be waxed. His are perfect. His dark blonde hair is slicked back, well it’s short but there are strands that fall to the side of his face. I always liked running my fingers through them. I quit picking at the dirt and take his hand in mine. I can feel tears at the edge of my eyes. I will not cry! I will not cry! I repeat over and over again in my head.
                  “Dance with me.” I say as I