(Entry One)
I wonder if Fastdred has read my journal yet. If he has, then maybe he won't see this till I know for sure. If you are reading this Dred, please stop here and read no further. I don't want to hurt us both. *A few water spots can be seen on this page as if someone were crying as they wrote on it* I don't know if I should keep this a secret till I know for sure or tell him outright. I better keep this to myself for now. I'm sorry Dred, so very sorry, please forgive me!
(Entry Two)
How does he do it? How does he know when I'm hiding something? Ok, so I don't have the best card face... but he knew something was eating me up inside and asked me flat out. I can't lie to him, so I told him I was late. He asked me how late and I told him, around three weeks. He was at first shocked then happy. Though he wasn't happy that I was trying to hide it from him. I told him, I didn't want to tell him till I knew for sure. This could yet be just a scare but I don't think it is.
(Entry Three)
Dred drew a picture for me. I bought a frame for it and set it on our dresser. The drawing is, Him, me, and our yet to be born child held between us. It's funny that he tells me he only knows how to show me how much he loves me by words and those actions in the bedroom, yet it's the small and sometimes odd things, like this, that scream the loudest. When he puts his arms around me for no reason at all, makes random works of art. Even when he pulls me aside and continues training me on throwing daggers. Got to go little book, there are some arms I have an urge to have wrapped around me. Till next entry!
