Billy stood out on the deck, the baby monitor in his back pocket. She’d probably sleep for at least an hour, maybe even two. He hoped so anyway. Not as much for his sake as for hers. She was a much happier baby when she had her afternoon nap. If she wasn’t awake by the end of two hours, he’d wake her up. Dottie, his mother, told him he should never wake a sleeping baby, but he didn’t listen. By then, he’d miss her so much that just watching her sleep wouldn’t be enough. He’d want to feel the warmth that thawed his body when she smiled at him, and kicked her feet, and put her head on his chest because she was so happy to see him.
The other thing was, when she was awake, when he focused on her, he didn’t think about Renie as much as he did otherwise.
Today marked eight months since he’d seen her, and next week was his girl’s first birthday. He never dreamed that they’d be celebrating without the one woman he swore he couldn’t live without.
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