This moment is perfect.

"Smile," I whisper meekly,
voice shaking heavily,
heart beating rapidly,
breath going in and out
as I watch your lips form a pout.

"The moonlight will wash me away,"
you say, hands beginning to sway.

You're nervous.

"No, you look good," I blush,
my cheeks beginning to flush.

I need to capture this moment.

I position my camera and snap.
Then your hands leave your lap.
You release a sigh
and it sounded wry.

The Polaroid prints out.

Under the moonlight—
breathtaking was your mere sight.
I smile in delight.

"Sarada will love this,
knowing how handsome her father is,"
I tell you,
not knowing if it would be true.

The future is too uncertain.

"Sarada feels like a dream," you mumble.

"You — you feel like a dream," I stumble.

My hand reaches for my stomach.
We're expecting.

You take a step to me, my breath heaves.
"I'm sorry I have to leave."

"It's okay... Just come back."

My throat welcomes a lump,
and you touch my stomach's bump.

"Always," you whisper.

Always, I think.

(By Jay-spell — I hope you enjoyed!)