“You fainted,” I said.
“Unless it was that low-sugar thing again,” Wyatt added.
Mitch looked between us. “Wait. Did Michelle say she was…pregnant?”
I nodded.
A smile grew from ear to ear as Mitch cried out, “I’m going to be a dad! I’m going to be a dad!”
He took off running around the barn, crying out that he was going to be a father.
Wyatt walked up and wrapped his arms around me. He placed his hands on my stomach as I leaned back against his body.
“How happy are you right now, Sky?”
“Beyond-words happy.”
“Life is pretty wonderful, isn’t it?”
Feeling our baby move, I nodded my head. “This day will always be forever beautiful in my memory.”
I turned to face Wyatt. He softly ran the back of his hand down the side of my face and smiled.
“Forever beautiful. Like my amazing wife.”
“Kiss me, Mr. Smith,” I whispered.
The corners of his mouth rose into a smile. “With pleasure, Mrs. Smith.”
The End