The third point of view:
Emerald turned and tossed all night, he couldn't sleep. He glanced at the wall clock and fuck! Neither was time going any quicker as well; it was two in the morning. Shit, how long was he going to remain like this?
His gaze rested on the women snuggled up to him and a special kind of peace washed over him. This was what he wanted; a family he could go out and return to every day; a woman he could call his own; a child he couldn't wait to meet eight months from now.
In fact, with Cecil's approval, they had asked the ultrasound technician not to reveal the sex of their baby. They wanted to guess the sex of their child by themselves, it was fun and a challenge as well.
