Page 80 of Rockstar's Accidental Marriage

Sam glances over his shoulder, a screwdriver in hand. “Looks perfect. But if you want to keep asking me, I don’t mind. Gives me an excuse to look at you.”

I roll my eyes, but my heart flutters.

Once the crib is assembled—looking surprisingly sturdy, thanks to Sam’s determination—we stand back to admire the room. It’s simple but sweet, with the crib against one wall, the animal prints carefully spaced, and a small bookshelf.

“It’s starting to feel real,” I say softly, my hand resting on my slight baby bump.

Sam steps behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “It’s been real since the moment I heard the heartbeat,” he murmurs.

We stand there for a moment, daydreaming of our child and what the future will look like. The soft yellow walls seem to glow, the perfect backdrop for this new chapter in our lives.

Then, suddenly, I feel it—a faint flutter, like a butterfly brushing against my skin from the inside.

I gasp, my hand flying to my belly.

“What?” Sam asks, alarmed.

“The baby,” I whisper, turning to look at him. “I felt it move.”

His eyes widen, and he drops to his knees in front of me, placing his hands gently over mine. “Are you serious? Can you feel it again?”

We wait, holding our breath, and then there it is—a tiny, unmistakable movement.

Sam’s face lights up with a mixture of awe and joy, and he presses a soft kiss to my belly. “Hey, little one,” he says quietly, his voice filled with wonder. “We feel you. You’re really in there, huh?”

Tears prick my eyes as I watch him. The tenderness in his expression makes my heart skip. His broad hands span my belly so gently, like I'm something precious, and the way he looks up at me with such emotion makes my heart swell with emotion. This moment feels bigger than anything else—bigger than thetours, the sold-out shows, or even the uncertainty that’s been lingering in the back of my mind.

“Sam,” I whisper, my voice trembling.

He looks up at me, his expression open and raw. “Yeah?”

“You’re going to be a great father,” I say simply.

His hands tighten gently over mine, and he stands, pulling me into his arms. “Thanks,” he says, his voice steady. “And you’ll be a wonderful mother.”

We stay like that for a while, wrapped up in the moment and the tiny life growing between us. The worries and challenges can wait—for now, there’s only this.

Eventually, we finish tidying up the nursery, placing the final touches on the room. By the time we’re done, it feels like a little piece of magic, a space filled with love and anticipation.

“Looks good,” Sam says, surveying the room.

“Better than good,” I reply, leaning against his side. “It’s practically perfect in every way.”

Sam gives me a curious look. “Is that a quote? It sounds familiar.”

“Yes, it’s from Mary Poppins,” I say quietly.

“Ah, I knew I recognized it,” he grins, then he starts to softly sing, “A spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down… in the most delightful way.”

Glancing up at him, I say, “I should have known you’d best remember the music and songs.”

“What? Me?” he grins, a playful gleam in his eyes. “Come on, let’s go fly a kite.”

As I laugh at his humor, he presses a soft kiss to the top of my head, his hand resting on my belly. “I’ll teach our baby to appreciate my jokes.”

“Yes, they are an acquired taste,” I say drily, rolling my eyes but smiling.

“Hey now,” he quips, his grin infectious. “No daddy bashing.”

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