It's started again. He knows it as well as I do. I've become a bloody wreck already. Fourth month in and I'm already in tears over the most irrational of thoughts. I should know better than to think that Ewan would ever leave me. But I can't keep that thought in my head. All I can think of is every horrible alternative.

He holds me and starts to rock me, humming a lullaby softly. He's comforting me already. His patience is increadible.

The fact that Ewan always seems to know how to calm my incessant fears more so.

"I know," I whisper. "I'm being daft again, aren't I?"