I can’t stop thinking about her.
This is my life now. Mom, baby, fiancée. Oh my god, I have a fiancé.
How did I ever get this lucky?
“She is so little. I can’t get over it.”
“Me either,” I say as she stirs.
I freeze, and from the corner of my eye, Mark does too.
“I don’t know why I’m nervous,” I admit.
“I am, too, but,” he says and tugs me to his side at my waist like he always does before he kisses the top of my head, “we are going to be great parents, and we will love her more than she will ever know.”
“Isn’t that the truth.”
“Should we get her in the car seat?” he asks.
“Yeah, you do it.” I nudge him.
“Me? You do it.”
“And wake her up?” I shake my head.
We both laugh.
“Okay, I’ll do it.”
Stella doesn’t wake up, but she does squeak, and they are the cutest squeaks I’ve ever heard. She looks absolutely tiny in her car seat.
Knock, knock.
The doctor pokes his head inside and smiles. “Looks like you’re all ready to go.”
“We are,” Mark says with such confidence as he pops the car seat into the stroller. That is going to be super handy, I already know it.
“Well, stick to your painkiller doses, and if anything out of the normal comes up, call my office as soon as possible. Anything at all. Okay?”
“Got it.”
“See you in six weeks.”
“Bye.”
As soon as he is gone, Mark and I look at each other. We are smiling like two crazy weirdos.
“Well, here we go.”
I nod.
“Yep. Here we go.”
EPILOGUE
Mark
There is a real life, teeny tiny human in my back seat.
