Charles stopped talking and stared at her hand.
Sarah was amused watching the range of emotions dance across his face. For someone who bemoaned sharing his thoughts, his facial expressions certainly did not have the same affliction. Confusion, to denial, back to confusion, to surprise, then he finally landed on exhilaration.
“Are you joking?” His voice cracked in the most charming of ways.
She nodded enthusiastically.
He lifted her up and spun her around.
“We’re going to have a baby!” He shouted.
Extreme joy and gratitude washed over Sarah. “I’m so glad you’re happy.”
Charles lowered his wife. “Of course I’m happy. I’m with you. I’ll always be happy with you.”
The End?