September already

Where did August go?

Sonya and I are settling into a rhythm. Mornings she's usually nauseous. I make her toast. We sit on the balcony in the early light and don't talk much.

It's nice. Quiet. The opposite of everything I used to think I wanted.

She asked today if I think we'll stay together after the baby is born. If this is real or if I'm just going to get bored eventually.

I told her the truth—that I don't know for sure. That I can only promise to try.

She said that was honest. That honesty was more than she expected.

We're making it work, in our weird, imperfect way.