I love how I just fell into a routine with him. My heart was already there and with him, I am still finding more and more of myself every day. The best part is that I now have his help and support.

“Sure, that would be great. Which one are we watching? Will we have time to finish? We have about two hours to go before our appointment.”

He hops up, stretching. “I’m watching the one where we surprised you during your sophomore homecoming dance. It was the only one I got to go to because you left right before junior year.”

Oh! “That sounds good!”

I flop down on the couch, grabbing a blanket and tossing it over my little chicken legs. I always seem just a little cold these days.

Tristan makes quick work with what little groceries I purchased and is back by my side in record time.

“You ready baby?” he asks as he cuddles up next to me, pressing play.

I breathe out a sigh. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

“Tristan, you sure she isn’t going to be pissed we’re surprising her?”

Tristan looks at Drake. “Why would she be pissed? Oh shit, what if she brought a date so she didn’t have to go alone?” He looks at the camera. “Maybe we should turn this off just in case I don’t like what I see,” I groan.

“Uh, Tristan?” Drake whispers.

Tristan turns around. He is looking at me as if he has just seen me for the first time, as if I am not real.

“Babe, what are you doing here?” My Voice filters through the speakers.

Tristan looks back at Drake, who is still recording. “We thought we would surprise you,” he whispers.

“I love you, you know that right?” I whisper, running towards him.

“I hope so, because we just drove two hours to see you,” he whispers back against my lips.

“You look beautiful baby.”

“You know I’m nominated for homecoming court, so I really had no choice.”

“You’re perfect.” He grins. “Well, before you have to do your duties, now that you’re royalty and all, how about a dance on camera?”

I look behind him at Drake, giggling.

“You brought the camera!” I giggle more. “Hi Drake.”

“You look beautiful Sunshine.”

“Thank you. Trist, I only have time for one dance baby.” I pull him into my arms. “Thank you for coming. You don’t know how much this means to me Tristan,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.

“I would go anywhere to be with you.”

“I know. I love you so much.” I pull back staring into his eyes.

“I love you too baby.”

“I think I fell even more in love with you Tristan.”

“Baby, don’t cry,” he whispers.

He turns off the DVD player and television before pulling me tightly against him.

“How about a nap before we have to leave? I’ll sing to you.”

“Yes please.” I yawn and cuddle up against him.

I stir awake, looking at the clock on the wall. Crap!

“Tristan, wake up! We only have ten minutes to get to the doctor’s office!”

He flies up cursing, pulling on his shoes.

We race out of the condo, into the Jeep, and finally into the doctor’s office.

I think it is safe to say we do not want to miss this. We arrive just in time and they call us back not even five minutes later.

“Well hello, you gorgeous couple.” My OBGYN love to tease us.

“Hi,” we both say in unison, still slightly out of breath.

“Excited? You both look a little frazzled.”

“We fell asleep after another trip down memory lane.”

She nods since we have told her our love story. “Rest is good for you. You will need even more the further along you get in your pregnancy. Let’s go ahead and get you up here on the table so we can see this little miracle, huh?”

Tristan guides me onto the table and helps me lie back. He is too quiet. He is always nervous, no matter what kind of doctor’s appointment it is.

The doctor covers my legs with a thin blue sheet. She helps me pull my dress up before squirting the cold gel onto my abdomen. I can’t help but gasp as chills go down my spine. Tristan rubs my arms, trying to warm me back up. He glances up at the doctor with an amused look. My OB has gone to great lengths to get to know not only me, but Tristan too. She has always been good about not making me wear a gown because we all agree that I have worn enough of them to last a lifetime.

“You okay?” Tristan looks at me in shock— well, I think it’s shock.

“Why wouldn’t I be okay? We’re about to find out the sex of our baby.”

The steady womp-womp of our baby’s heartbeat comes to life and I embrace that sound. The one sound I could hear forever is coming from that monitor. It has become my new favorite sound.

“Look at that, the baby is wide awake.”

We both look at the monitor and gasp.

“Is the baby sucking its thumb?” I whisper, amazed by the sight in front of me.

“Yes, it’s really a little early for that, but you definitely have a thumb sucker.”

I am awestruck. Our little miracle is beautiful. Tears prick my eyes, and I know I made the right decision to keep this baby. I know without doubt that I did the right thing.

The doctor interrupts my internal musings. “You want to know the sex of your baby now?”

We look at one another, grinning and nodding.