“You think they can hear us?” Barry asks, placing a hand on your stomach. “Hi. It’s me, your dad.”

He spends a lot of his time daydreaming about what your kids will look like. Barry hopes they have your eyes and nose, and maybe his hair. He’ll love them the same.

“Still uncomfortable?” he asks, meeting your eyes. You’re so beautiful. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever grow tired of looking at you. “I can run out and get you more pillows really fast.”