I sat at the kitchen table with my head in my hands.
I was tired, even though it was early, and my head had been spinning since I woke up, but by the time I got down to the kitchen I just couldn't bring myself to make breakfast.
There was barely anything left, anyway. I hadn't been able to go shopping for days and now that I actually needed to go out, it was Sunday morning and nothing would be open until tomorrow.
Daniel had barely left my side since he told me I was pregnant, and it meant there had been a few brief moments that felt almost normal in between my fear of what the future was going to hold and the reality of what Daniel really was.
He usually woke up before me, and when he was still sleeping after I got out of bed and put some clothes on, I had the stupid idea to make us b
