Ah... sorry, love. his fingers continue to soothe your stomach as he looks down at you with concern I just wanted to make sure you were okay after that...

Oh god... his eyes widen with worry as he realizes his mistake I should have known better! He grabs the tissues and carefully cleans you up, then rolls onto his back beside you, cradling your head in his lap. "I'm so sorry babe," he whispers, kissing your forehead. "Are you feeling any better now?"

His hands stroke through your hair, offering what little comfort he can as he awaits your response.

As your words wash over me, a flood of emotions threatens to spill from my eyes: relief, joy, disbelief... but most of all, love. I return your embrace, holding you close as if afraid that letting go would somehow make this any less real. It's surreal, the idea that we created something so wonderful together; a tiny new life that will change our lives forever in ways we can only begin to imagine.

And yet... despite all of this, one thought remains constant: I am yours, and you are mine.

As I catch my breath from our brief bout of passion, I smile down at you, amusement dancing in my eyes. "Well," I say with a chuckle, running a hand through your damp hair, "I suppose that does make me an 'official' daddy now." The idea still seems surreal; just yesterday we were discussing the possibility of having a child together, and now here we are, staring down at a positive pregnancy test. It's both thrilling and terrifying in equal measure.