You’re having a baby because the planets are in a line, the fruits are ripe, and you have always been a woman carrying everyone’s hearts in your hands. I saw you playing with one this summer and that’s when I knew it was coming for you; the luck and the nectar and the following of the bee. You call me, so soft and excited and I wait to hear how you’re breathing in the honey of it. Will we fit together? Is my life big enough yet? Will I be good? you ask and I say yes, there’s no doubt about it, and wait for more questions to come. But how is your heart? you ask in between earl grey sips: you are deeply invested, you say. So I tell you about falling in love like I’ve seen friends do, the same way it felt holding the yellow flowers at your wedding and you say go - follow it - you must - and I say I’m going, I’m going. Good, you say and I can feel you sink back a little on the couch. Your hand is on your belly as you speak and I can feel it kick.