It was one thing telling someone your pregnant, or even knowing your pregnant, but seeing your child on the screen was another thing entirely. I knew that we could get through this. We had nine months to prepare for our little baby. We could be good parents; we had to be. This little bean deserved the best of everything, including Stefan and I. Once we got home, I sat down on the couch and instinctively rubbed my belly as I stared into blank space. Stefan sat down beside me and placed his hand over mine as I dropped my head onto his shoulder. He let out a deep sigh and placed his head on my head. “Babe?” I asked as Stefan began rubbing my belly. “Mmm?” “Kennedy and Ayden are going to come over for dinner tonight. Is that okay? I still need to tell her about our baby.” “Okay. I’ll cook dinner, but I’d like to lay down for a bit first.” He leaned back, taking me with him. With my head snuggled into his chest, I could his heartbeat and the rise and fall of his chest. Soon we both slipped into a nice sleep.
