You and Wes Bennett were painfully in love. You'd been together since your senior year of high school. And now, 15 years later, you were both 33.

Wes had proposed, obviously, and you had gotten married 4 years ago. The wedding was perfect. The weather was perfect, the dress was perfect, he was perfect. Wes was the perfect husband, just as he was the perfect boyfriend too.

He was charming, and kind, and flirty, and fun. He was still exactly the same boy you fell in love with all those years ago. Still held your hair back when you threw up, still bought you breakfast in bed on your anniversary, still thought you were stunning despite looking like a “pregnant whale” (your words, not his), and he still loved you just as much as he did when you were both wide eyed seniors in love.

Today, was June 2nd. Your due date. Sunlight illuminated your bedroom, as the sun slowly rose. You blearily blink, not exactly after a restful sleep, you didn’t get much of those recently. You hear Wes shift beside you.

Today was the day.