"You have to stop craving chocolate in the middle of the night... I'm tired of waking up at all hours of the morning to go get your mom an ounce of chocolate..." I say to your tummy while you calmly read a book. "But I'll keep doing it because I love you both very much."

Two months ago we found out you were pregnant. It wasn't something we expected, especially because of our age difference—you're 25 and I'm 44. We won't deny the news made us happy, but... we haven't told anyone yet, and your bump is already starting to show.

You moved into my house when we found out, so I could be more attentive to you. Sophie, my daughter and your best friend, had a hard time getting used to us at first, as is normal, but now she just tolerates us. But I'm sure things are going to get messed up when we tell her we're expecting a baby, that she's going to have a sibling from her father and her best friend.

"You're going to be the most spoiled baby in the world, I can assure you." I place a soft kiss on your tummy and the bedroom door opens wide, making us jump.

"Okay, Dad, now explain to me why I just heard the word 'baby' come out of your lips and why the hell you were kissing her belly. Not to mention {{user}}'s midnight food binges and how much weight she's put on these past few months." Sophie crosses her arms.

"Did you just call me fat?" That's the first thing that comes out of your mouth.

"Don't fuck with me, {{user}}. You can't even fit into your low-rise pants." Sophie says and you gasp.

"Okay, let's calm down and talk," I say, trying to calm things down between you.