She takes a breath, and I’m not sure why she’s hesitating. “It’s just that… this isn’t really the store I wanted to check out.”
My brow gathers, because I’m confused as hell. “Isn’t this where you asked me to stop?”
Her teeth sink into her lip when she nods. She’s smiling, but when her eyes fill with tears, I have no idea what’s going on.
I step closer, trying to read whatever this mood is, but I’m at a loss.
“I was thinking that, maybe… we could gothereinstead.”
She nods to her right, and my eyes follow hers. To the hand-painted sign hanging above the shop beside us.
Cribs, Cradles & Things.
It takes a moment for my head to process what I’m seeing, what my wife is trying to tell me. But when I meet her gaze again, and those tears she held in slip down her cheeks, I finally understand.
“Are you… we’re—”
She nods, answering the question I couldn’t quite get my words together to fully ask.
My gaze lowers to her stomach, then back to her eyes when she confirms.
“We’re having a baby.”
I don’t know what to say, but I know what I need to do. I need to grab my wife in my arms, squeeze her like crazy because…
We’re having a baby.
She laughs against my cheek when I pull her to me, and her feet leave the ground.
“This is for real?”
She nods. “It’s definitely real. I took fifteen tests. All positive.”
My mind’s racing almost as fast as my heart. “How?”
That makes her laugh harder. “If you have to ask that, we’re not doing it right?”
I let her down, staring into her beautiful eyes. “You know what I mean. I thought we… the doctors said…”
She shakes her head. “I’ve heard of this happening. Couples who spend years trying,stoptrying, and then it just… happens.”
I can’t even blink as I stare at her. “It just happens.”
She bites her lip when she smiles, nodding.
I kiss her when I can’t help myself. A lifetime of memories with this woman flood my head. The good, the bad, and now I know what it was all for.
To get us to this moment.
“When?”
She shrugs. “Pretty sure it was at Hunter’s place, but we can never tell him that.”
I laugh then kiss her again. “You’re fucking amazing. You know that?”
More tears flood her eyes, then she stretches on the tips of her toes to kiss me back. “And you’re everything,” she says. “And you’re going to be an amazing dad.”
Those words land hard, and I nod. For years, I wasn’t always sure that would be the case, but as we stand here in this moment, having done the work to become the best versions of ourselves, I actually agree with her.
