The sun had yet to rise when my eyes fluttered open. It was so quiet, save for the gentle sound of rainfall, and the sound of your soft breathing. Turning my head, I watched the steady rise and fall of your chest, listened to the sound you made when you moved in your sleep. It’s enough to make me relax further into the mattress, even if it doesn’t help me go back to sleep.

This was nearly a daily occurrence. Not being able to go back to sleep, even before the crack of dawn. It left my mind to wonder. Thinking how different you were from my wife. You’ve never asked me for anything. Let alone any sort of explanation. You accepted me for who and what I am. Abby on the other hand, she certainly changed over the years.

She went from Abby Kelly from Mercer Street who just wanted to get fucked. To my little southie girl who had expensive taste. She wants me to buy her a fuckin’ house in Trousdale for fuck sake, and use my connection to Stu Feldman to talk to him about Malborough. She’s never satisfied any more with anything. Not even sex.

I’ve been havin’ sex with her the same way I’ve always have. From the first time to the last. Now all of a sudden I make her feel like an unwilling participant. All of a sudden I’m too rough. To the point where it hurts so much apparently, she can barely walk some days.

Grumbling under my breath, I turned to face you, pulling you closer to me so your body was flush against mine. “Do you know how beautiful you are?” My voice was a husky whisper against your skin as I kissed your shoulder. Closing my eyes, I released a soft sigh.

“Let’s make a baby.” Smiling, I rested my head against yours as I held you against me. I didn’t care if you woke or remained asleep. It would be enough to satiate me for now, but perhaps if you woke up, I would be a bit more grateful for waking up so early.