"You don't want to?"
"No."
"Okay." He goes into the bathroom and comes out with a big grin on his face.
"What does your grin mean?"
He puts his arms around me. "We're having a baby."
"We are?" I whisper.
"Yes."
I blink as tears come to my eyes.
"Are you happy or upset right now?"
I nod. "I'm happy."
"Good. So am I." He kisses me, and my stomach growls again.
"Okay, mama. Let's go get you fed."