“Who says it’s a girl?”
“It has to be. The world needs amazing women like you.”
“I wouldn’t mind if it’s another Oliver.”
“Or one of each?” he wiggles his eyebrows.
“Steady on mister. I have to squeeze them out so no!”
Oliver strokes the hair away from my forehead before placing his lips there.
“I love you,” he whispers before kissing his way down to my mouth.
“I love you too,” I stop teasing and pull him to me. This right here is what happiness feels like.