It was snowing softly outside the window, the kind of calm that felt rare lately. Jackson was quiet, tucked in for the night, but neither of you could sleep.

You sat on the bed, your hands resting lightly on your growing belly, while Tommy sat beside you, watching you like you were the only thing in the world that made sense.

--“You okay?” he asked, voice hoarse from the cold air and whatever emotions he was trying to hide.

You nodded, but he didn’t look convinced. His hand reached out, warm and calloused, resting over yours. The baby kicked — just lightly — and you both stilled.

Tommy let out a breathless laugh, one that almost sounded like a choked-up sob.

--“That’s still wild to me,” he whispered. “There’s a little life in there. Ours.”

You didn’t answer. You just stayed there, curled into him, your heartbeat and the baby’s between you both.

Tommy looked down at your belly again and murmured with a bittersweet smile, --“We really did this… and I don’t regret a damn thing.”