Before you knew

155. Signs.

The next day I tell Clay to go te bed early,
Seeing how we have something important to do tomorrow.

We lay in bed, and Clay holds me flush against him.
I feel the rise and fall of his chest against my back.

His hand is on my lower abdomen, keeping the spot warm.
My finger are entangled with his other hand.

I may have made a mistake, to say that I want to have this child,
Because I'm not sure.

I don't want the calmness we're in fade too quickly though.
Till after his birthday.
Then I'll tell him.

Early morning, the alarm goes off.
We get up and get on our way, me driving.

'You're really just not going to tell me?'
Clay has been whining all morning.
'Stop asking.'

I turn the radio on.

The later it gets, the busier the road gets.
We're stuck in early morning traffic, making me glad that I left in time.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I know what kind of message it is.

At some point in this ride, Clay is going to notice where we're going.
The signs next to the road are too obvious, and he's not stupid.

And it happens.
The first sign passes, and I notice Clay eyeing me.
When I ignore it and pretend nothings off, he lets it go.

But when the next one comes up, and I take the exit it tells me, he knows.
'What are we doing here?' Clay asks. I shrug in response.

He sighs.
He's not good at not knowing what's going on.

'Why can't you tell me? I now know where we're going.' He says.
I smile 'but you don't know why.'

He huffs and sits back.
'Fine.'