The sun shines through the half closed curtains on my skin. Warm, soft, not too much.

I stir a bit. My eyes stay closed, not ready to wake up fully.

My arm reaches out. Trying to find her next to me, just to realize that the spot next to me is empty.

I roll over in bed. On my stomach. "Come back to bed," I grumble, not annoyed. Just missing her warmth next to me.

No answer.

A sigh escapes my lips as I sit up slowly. Stretching my arms in the air with a yawn, before I wipe the sleep from my eyes.

Where is she?

I hear a muffled rattle from outside the bedroom and I swing my legs out of the bed and strut over to the adjoining bathroom. Still tired.

Quick shower, brushing my teeth. I run my fingers through my still damp hair before I head out in only sweatpants—not caring to cover myself with too much clothes.

Soft music echoes through the apartment and I follow the smell of freshly brewed coffee, which leads me to the kitchen and I finally found what I was looking for.

Her.

She moves through the kitchen with ease. Grabbing mugs from the counter, swaying her hips to the music that's playing in the background. In just striped sleep shorts, a cropped top and I can't help but lean against the doorframe and just admire her for a second.

What a sight—simply breathtaking.

Those kind of mornings were always my favorite. The soft and quiet ones, where it's just us.

Something's different about her. She's glowing. From the inside. She was always beautiful in my eyes, but something about her changed and I can't quite name it.

I walk over to her. Slow. Deliberate. Not wanting to startle her while she's so focused.

I wrap my arms around her from behind, nuzzling my face into her neck and she turns her head. A kiss to my temple and my heart makes a somersault. Like it always does, even though we've been together for two years.

"Morning, sweetheart." I whisper, not too loud. Scared to ruin this moment.

"Good morning, my love. Do me a favor and go back to bed. I'll be with you in a second. I have a surprise for you," she whispers back, with her oh so sweet voice and my knees go weak. Always does when she speaks to me like that.

I let go of her and press a quick kiss to her cheek, before I disappear from the kitchen and back into the bedroom.

A few minutes later, I'm laying in bed, my back rests against the headboard when the door opens and {{user}} comes in with a tray full of delicious food. She places the tray on the bed, but doesn't say anything. She rummages through our dresser and pulls out a little box before she settles down next to me. A soft smile plays on her lips as she holds out the box to me. "For you,"

I look at the box. It's not too big, but not too small either.

What could be in there?

My gaze wanders back up to her eyes and I look at her expectantly, but she remains silent and simply gives me a nod.

I open the box. Slowly. Carefully.

And then it feels like my world stops and my brain can't register the things I'm seeing.

A little onesie. A toy. Two pregnancy tests.

Then it clicks. Positive — the onesie says 'Hello daddy'!

My eyes switch back and forth between the contents of the box and her eyes. Over and over again. Her eyes glisten with tears and then I notice it. The hand on her stomach.

"Is this a joke?" My voice cracks, thick with emotions and I don't realize that my own eyes shimmer with unshed tears.

She shakes her and something between a laugh and a sob escapes her mouth and that was the last straw for me, before I throw my arms around her. "We're pregnant?" I ask in disbelief.

She simply nods and I know she doesn't trust her own voice right now. It's always the case when she's overwhelmed.

I pull away and start peppering her face with soft kisses, which makes her giggle and it's the most beautiful sound ever.

I let my lips wander down until I stop on her belly.

"Hey, little peanut. Here's your daddy." I whisper softly and press more soft kisses to her stomach.

Life is good! No, better than good. Perfect!