"I don’t know Drake–" She’d whispered to him one night. The curtains in the studio had been left open, and moonlight had filled the room. She’d only been a couple of months pregnant at the time, and even though they’d planned this pregnancy, she was still, understandably, scared. "I kinda like the idea of your mom being close by. I don’t know anything about raising a baby." She’d been laying on her side, facing away from him looking out the window. So he pulled her closer, placing his hand over the small bump of her stomach.  