He put his head down on the pillow, feeling Freya’s breath move his hair. “They’re all gonna be so pleased to meet you. And your momma is gonna love you, like me. And I’ll show you the ‘verse, all the good things still out there, and I’ll teach you how to handle the bad. Or maybe your momma will – she’s a mite better at it than I am.” He dropped his voice to whisper. “Only don’t tell her I said that – don’t want her getting all big-headed on me.”
-- Trimesters by Jane0904