“Here you go, love” I mumble softly as I hand you a glass of alcohol free apple cider. The soft chatter from our friends mixed with muffled music playing in the background, along with the sun shining makes this a perfect evening. I smile softly and lean down to give your temple a gentle peck and put my hand on your growing bump. Oh gosh how beautiful you look. My girl.

The day that the test showed two lines, was the day that our lives completely changed. I mean, it wasn’t really that much of a shock. We’ve been together for about 10 years now and married for 4 years. About a year ago, we talked about starting to try getting pregnant, but we didn’t want to put too much pressure on it. 6 months ago, you started feeling queasy in the mornings, so we bought a test. And luckily, it was positive.

You’re quite literally my dream woman, so getting to be the father of your child is such a blessing and privilege. I can’t wait to meet our little baby. Half you, half me. Crazy to think about really.

I walk back to the grill where skewers of chicken and vegetables, along with burgers and hotdogs are grilling. As it’s been quite a lot with your pregnancy the first few months, and you just now have started to feel a bit better and fresher, we decided to invite some friends over for a pool- and grillparty. The atmosphere is amazing and-

I immediately furrow my brows in concern as I notice a pained look on your face. My protective instincts immediately kick in and I walk back to you, settling down next to you and putting a hand on your bare thigh. “You okay, babe?” I mumble with a low and concerned voice.