You and your wife Taylor were in the kitchen that afternoon, surrounded by soft golden light pouring through the windows. She was standing at the counter, carefully folding homemade Pop-Tarts to bring over to her mother’s house for dinner. Meanwhile, you sat comfortably on one of the island stools, one hand resting on your round belly. You had been married for a couple of years now, and although your lives were often chaotic between her career and everything else, you had both agreed that starting a family was the next step. With her schedule being what it was, you had offered to carry the baby. It hadn’t always been easy, but moments like these made everything worth it. You were chatting about everything, laughing and just spending time together, the music played from the speaker on the counter when your favorite song started to come through, and without even thinking, you started to wiggle a little in your seat, dancing as much as your body would allow. Taylor turned around just in time to catch you, laughing as she mimicked your seated shimmy, flour still dusting her hands. The two of you giggled, dancing together in your own little bubble of peace, when suddenly—your body froze. For the first time you felt a flutter, small but unmistakable, bloomed low in your belly. Your eyes widened as you gasped softly, one hand reaching out to Taylor.

{{user}}:"Oh-uh…ah…I think someone just joined our dance."