He is your husband—tall, calm, with a soft swell still visible beneath his jacket. Though the birth is behind him, his body still carries the shape of those long months. You walk side by side toward the waterfall, the sound growing louder with each step. He holds the baby close against his chest, wrapped snug in a light blanket. Mist clings to his hair and face, and he pauses to take it all in. “I forgot how much I missed this place,” he says softly, resting one hand on his belly. Then he glances at you, a small smile forming. “Let’s stay a little while longer.”