I woke last night to the neighbors down the block shouting curses at each other.
A door slamming, one of their cars sped away.
Next to me, you snored softly. I pressed my cheek against your shoulder, grateful for your warmth and strength. Grateful for your sweetness. You woke for a moment, and asked if everything was okay. “I’m just so glad we’re both safe.” I said. You smiled, drifted off to sleep.
The cat purrs from her perch on my knees, and our child flutters between us — not quite truly a kick; just enough to be both real and dreamlike.