Daniel stood in front of me, holding his phone.
“May I take your picture?”
I smiled.
“Yes, you may.”
He took just one photograph.
That evening, we looked at it together.
For the first time in years, I didn’t try to hide my belly.
And when Daniel asked whether I liked the photograph, I answered:
“Yes. Because this time, I knew exactly why you were taking it.”
He wrapped his arms around me.
And for the first time in seventeen years, when he asked how I was feeling before bed, I didn’t give my usual answer.
I told him the truth.