EDIT: I don't know how you've made it here if you have, I tried to re-read this book and couldn't get past the first chapter lmao. Thank you for supporting my first ever story. It's good to look back and see how much I've grown over time. I hope you enjoy the ending!

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Dedication: Randomweirdgirl for the awesome banner on the side - thank you!

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Melanie's POV:

"GET IT OUT OF ME!" I screeched, throwing my head back and gripping viciously at the bed sheets. The nurse beside me rubbed a cool cloth across my forehead, banishing some of the sweat that had formed.

Oh.

My.

God.

I wanted Courtney out of me. Now. I had been in ten hours labour, (kill me) and all I wanted was for her to be out of me. I wanted to be in peace. A ragged scream tore from my throat and my breathing was getting heavier and heavier by the second.

"You're okay Mel," Emma said from my side, rubbing my sweat-coated arm in comfort. "Almost there."

"Better me," I muttered, followed by some colourful profanities.

She squeezed me gently. I know it was probably horrible for her, but I was so glad she was here. Mum was here too, but she was helping actually deliver the baby. (Like talking with the doctor and everything). Dad is out with Em's family. Luke is here with me as well, of course, which is good.

"Just think about something else, if you can." she suggested, giving me a small smile. "Think about anything else but the pain."

I couldn't reply. Words failed me and I threw my head back again, glaring up forcefully at the ceiling. My breath was coming out in short, fast pants and my chest was heaving. My insides felt like they were exploding.

I focused on trying to even out my breathing, but I couldn't. The contractions were getting stronger and closer together.

"Just remember, in and out, breathe," the nurse said in a calm soothing voice. I grabbed her arm and yanked it down, digging my nails into her skin. She yelped out in pain and Luke quickly hurried over, relieving the poor girl. He removed my arm from her and tightly held my hand.

"Take the pain out on me." he murmured. "Instead of the innocent nurse who is trying to help you."

If I wasn't practically dying, I would have laughed. I didn't need any further encouragement. I saw his face flash with pain and I gripped his hand. Hard. He probably had loss of blood flow, I was holding on that tight. Emma's hand kept rubbing my arm. Just her touch was soothing, but not soothing enough.

He leaned forward so that his forehead was resting on my sweaty one. I felt and probably looked absolutely terrible. I don't think I have ever sweated so much in my entire life. My breathing was ragged and I felt so out of breath.

He kissed the edge of my mouth and kept his face close to mine. I stared into his eyes, seeing so much love there that it was consuming me. I want to smile at him, but stomach stabbed with pain. I groaned loudly, reeling my head back.

The pain was almost unbearable.

"Push, Melanie, push!" The nurse said to me, under the Doctor's commands. I couldn't help notice that she began absently rubbing the marks I had inflicted on her. I made a mental note to apologise, when I wasn't so... preoccupied.

"I CAN'T PUSH ANYMORE!" I bellowed out, my anger, hurt and frustration pouring out in every single word. I was defeated and exhausted. I wanted this pain to stop. I just wanted to go home, shower and sleep for a couple of days.

"A little harder..." she urged.

I felt it.

Her.

Courtney.

My screams then continued to echo around the small hospital room as I gave birth to my baby girl, Courtney Emma Ross.

FIVE YEARS LATER

Emma's POV:

I gazed silently out at the waves that continuously rolled in. I inhaled a deep, salty breath which inflated my lungs. I brought my steaming cup of coffee to my lips and took a tentative sip, concluding in saying; "Ahh."

I rolled my lips into my mouth as I just watched the waves, tumble around and smooth out, before tumbling again. The glow of the sunset shone over the entire sand, lighting it up as though someone had planted a light bulb over the ocean. So, last time I checked in with you guys, was when I told my first ever, 'I love you' to Jason. Or should I say, 'You too love me'? How embarrassing. I shook my head, feeling the corners of my mouth tug up at the memory.

I was currently in my third year at University. I was studying to become a Primary School teacher. I ended up doing a week at a school for work experience, when I was back in high school and absolutely fell in love with the idea of working with kids.

So, that's what I did.

I was still with Jason, of course. He has recently, well, not exactly recently, this is his second year, but he opened up his own Personal Training business. It is going really well at the moment. He was even fitter than he was in high school now. Hot to trot, much?

Melanie's wedding had been perfect, as everyone knew it would be. I had been Maid of honour and loved every second of it. I got over my crowd shyness, well, for one night and did an embarrassing speech for her. We had done the 'I Do' part on the beach, outside their house. Well, their old house. They moved to a new, bigger place for their family. The day had been absolutely beautiful. Blue skies, white puffy clouds and the wind wasn't a bother.

(We had to have it in the morning, so that the weather would be appropriate, but we had the reception at the R.S.L in town. We funked it all up and made the place look really nice. All in all, the day had been perfect. We have some amazing photos from it, which was plastered all around my place).

Luke and her were happily married, (it still sounded weird to think, after all these years) and were living with their current only child, Courtney. I had been in there when she was born and it had been the most horrifying thing I have ever seen in my life.

Have you ever seen someone give birth?

I had so desperately wanted to help out in any way I could. She had looked like she was in so much pain, but what could I do? I still to this day, remember her screams as Courtney came out. Goose bumps formed on my skin at the memory. A shudder ran down my back just at the thought of giving birth. Which, in my current situation, probably wasn't the best thing. Oh, I forgot to mention... I'm also pregnant. I only broke the news to Jason last week. I smiled to myself and felt my hand automatically reach for my stomach. (It was still flat, but still).

I know twenty three is still a young age to be a mother, but it wasn't planned. I had been scared to tell Jason, but it was like Christmas had come early for him. He had been jumping all over the house, picked me up, swung me around and concluded his achievement with a back flip. (Funny story actually - he slipped over and hit his head. He was in a fair bit of pain, but it was pretty funny to witness, I must admit).

But yeah, so I was one month along.

Mum was so happy. She practically rushed me out of the house straight away to buy baby clothes and all that stuff, but with Dad, it was a different story. I think he had been okay with the whole, Luke and Mel thing, because Luke was a guy. I think having his 'baby girl' be pregnant, was a lot different to him. He was not impressed that I had fallen pregnant before I had finished University. Also, before I had gotten married. Ever since we were kids, he always told us to be married before we have kids.

Now, both his children have become pregnant, before that. (Well, Luke and Mel got married before Courtney was born, so I guess that worked out). It wasn't like we were being rebellious it just well... happened.

Oh, and yeah, (goodness, I have so much to catch you guys up on), my parents got remarried. They didn't have a big wedding obviously, but we went to a small park, which was quite nice.

The grass had been bright green, the sky clear and there was a little stream that ran down the side of the park. It was a really lovely venue. We kept it just the family and the Officiate. (The person who married my Dad and Mum. Well... remarried).

So together, they were happy and I was getting along really well with Mum now. We were all one, big happy family. It was a shame we weren't like this when we were all living in the one house, but it was better than nothing. We go over for dinners all the time, though, so that was really nice.

A cool wind swept over my body and I wrapped my arms around myself, in some sort of hug, to keep some of my warmth contained inside of me. I lifted my cup, took one last sip, draining it, before with a sigh, I turned back. I began my trek back to the house. I had been conflicting myself over an unresolved issue I haven't dealt with, for the last couple of days. This... situation, had been on my mind. I couldn't seem to stop thinking about it.

Okay, so now, you probably think I'm crazy, but I want to go see Daniel.

He is still in jail for attempted rape. I haven't seen, spoken or heard about him ever since the day his father died in my arms. (Well, we've talked about him a little, but definitely not in the past couple of years). The memory still haunted me and still to this day, I found myself unable to sleep some nights.

Those eyes... being drained of life... the image was burned into my memory. I know I will never forget it. I don't think I will ever really move on, unless I go talk to him. Even if the visit doesn't go well, I still want to try, you know? That's it, my decision is made.

I'm going to go see Daniel.

* * *

Jason was not happy with my decision, at all. But, it was more about me than him right now, which he understood. He wanted to come with me, but his schedule was pretty busy these upcoming weeks, so I just told him I'd be fine to go on my own.

I hope I will be, anyway.

"Are you sure?" he asked me for the umpteenth time, gripping my shoulders as if his life depended on it. Worry flashed across his eyes and he intently searched my face for answers. "You don't have to go..."

"Yes, I do." I said, looking up at him, showing him my determination. "This needs to be dealt with."

He cupped my face with the palms of his hands and tilted my head so that our foreheads touched. Our breaths mingled together and our noses brushed by each other. His fingers stroked my cheeks and I loved the swirling feeling I still got in my stomach at his touch.

"I just don't want you and our baby being injured." he reasoned, his lips merely touching mine, which had me practically begging for him to close the teasing and kiss me properly. I restrained myself though, as we needed to discuss the important matter at hand.

"He will not be able to touch me," I assured him.

"I know, but I'm still worried." he mumbled, looking more adorable than ever. I loved when he was concerned over me. Also, I loved it when he got protective over our baby. I don't know what it was, but seeing him so protective... it made him that bit more attractive. (If that is even possible).

I closed the distance between us and gently pressed my lips to his. They moved together for a few moments, before I reluctantly pulled back.

"I'll text you when I get there." I whispered.

"I love you."

"And I love you." I smiled, pecking his lips once more, before turning. I stared at the front door for a few moments, inhaling deeply. I took a second to mentally prepare myself for what I was about to put myself through. I took one step forward.

If I didn't force myself to go now, I never would.

* * *

I stepped inside, instantly feeling a chill creep up my skin, causing all the hairs on my arms to stand. My mouth felt dry. I gulped, trying to regain saliva back in my mouth. The bars seemed to send off vibrations of cold, emotionless feelings that seemed to suffocate me. The place smelled disgusting and made a shudder run down my spine. I cleared my throat as I walked up to the man behind the desk.

I quickly registered and filled out the forms I needed to. It all happened so quickly. One moment I was on my way to the prison and what felt like seconds later, I was sitting down at a table, nervously waiting to see the man that almost raped me five years ago.

To say I didn't know what to expect, would be an understatement. I began twiddling my thumbs as I awaited his arrival. I bit my lip and looked around. I saw a figure out of the corner of my eye and snapped my head to see who it was.

Daniel.

My body seemed to go cold as I took him in. If I thought my mouth was dry before, it was ten times worse now. My heartbeat began to get faster and louder. I wiped my clammy hands on my jeans and forced a small smile.

His face showed a mixture of utter shock and confusion. He slowly made his way over and sat in front of me. He looked quite different from the Daniel I once knew. He had a ragged, half shaven beard, that sort of making him look attractive, but in a bad boy kind of way.

His usual bright eyes were full. He had a scar, etched into his eyebrow, a perfect arc from his hairline to near his eye. I swallowed a lump that seemed to lodge itself in my throat. His eyes were so flat... it was scary. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. We just stared at each other for a while. It wasn't awkward or uncomfortable, it was just... strange.

In my head, this idea seemed good. Now that I was actually here, seeing him, I wasn't so sure. I should have rehearsed some sort of speech or something. Anything to prevent this odd, not knowing what to say feeling from spreading.

"Hi, Daniel." I managed to croak out.

He didn't reply. His lips were slightly parted and his eyes were wide and observant. I licked my lips, trying to moisten them again.

"H-how are you?" I asked quietly.

Again, he didn't reply.

His mouth opened wider a fraction, but that was the only response I received, except him blinking occasionally. We sat there, in silence, once more. Just staring, each not knowing what to say to the other.

"Okay, maybe this was a bad idea." I muttered, glancing away from him. "Sorry."

I began to stand up, but his hand shot out. His fingers enclosed around my wrist, successfully stopping me from moving. His hands felt rough on my skin. I glanced down. His skin was dry and cracked.

"Daniel, hands off." A security guard barked. After a few moments of hesitation, he slid his hand away from me. I slowly sank down on my chair. The officer pressed his hands on the table and leaned down, staring at Daniel. His eyes flickered to the guard, before darting away. The guard then chose to look at me. "Problem, ma'am?"

"No, no problem, thank you though." I said, smiling up at him politely. He nodded, before turning and walking back to where he had previously been positioned. I slowly turned my head back to Daniel.

So, he didn't want me to leave?

"Want to know something?" he asked me, his voice hoarse and raspy. I flinched at the blank, monotone voice. Daniel raised his hand on his throat, rubbing it as though he was in some sort of pain. I raised my eyebrows at the gesture. He cleared his throat a few times and coughed slightly.

Slowly, I nodded.

"I haven't spoken a word for four years."

I laughed slightly, without much humor. (It seemed the appropriate response). When his face didn't change, the brief smile on my face faded. He hadn't spoken for four years? Was that even possible? I stared at him with surprise for a few moments. Or minutes, rather. Imagine me trying not to talk for that long. I would absolutely go mental.

"What do you do when people come to visit you?" I questioned, cocking my head to the side with confusion.

"You're the only one who has." His voice was hoarse and croaky. I had to take a moment to actually process his words, as they were hard to hear. My mouth fell open. Oh my goodness. How sad was that? Not one person ever came to see him. I felt my eyes water and I reached my hand up, swiping at my eyes. He gave me a puzzled look. He began to look uncomfortable.

"W-why are you crying?" he stuttered in bewilderment.

"T-that's just... just really sad." I said, my eyes beginning to sting. I coughed slightly and wiped at my eyes again.

"Jesus," he muttered, running a hand through his greasy, ratty hair. "You've always been a weird one."

I frowned at the term he used, but didn't bother saying anything about it. I guess it's just a blessing that he was speaking at all. "You don't talk to other... people in here?"

"If you knew them, you wouldn't either."

I nibbled on my lip. "On Prison Break there are some good ones."

He just stared at me flatly and I scratched my forehead. Okay, he probably hasn't seen the show then...

"Are you mad at me?" I asked, deciding to change subjects.

"I was." he said, leaning back in his chair, never breaking eye contact with me. "But, I've had a lot of time to think in here. So much time to realise how messed up I was."

I didn't know how to reply to that, so I didn't. When silence yet again lapsed, it was his turn to ask a question.

"Why did you come?"

"I... have trouble sleeping at night sometimes. I always think about you and how we left many issues unresolved. I thought we might be able to... try and move on or something. I don't know."

He blinked at me. "Move on?"

"Yeah..." I trailed off nervously.

"If it wasn't for you, my father would be alive."

"Actually, you're the one who targeted me in the first place," I snapped back without hesitation. "If you had left me alone, we never would have ended up in a situation like this."

He groaned, running his hands roughly over his face. "I know, argh, you're giving me a migraine."

I huffed, folding my arms across my chest.

"Look, we're both on the wrong I guess."

I bit my tongue in order to say that I don't think I really did much wrong, but I thought that wouldn't be a good idea. I just nodded.

"I'm sorry. For everything."

"I'm sorry too," he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. "I made your life miserable."

"Yeah."

"Well, that's in the past now, right?" he asked.

"Yeah, it is." I said. "I'm not looking to become best friends with you or whatever, but I wanted us to have an understanding."

"We've both matured a lot. We're different now."

"Yeah, I agree on that."

He brought his hand forward. I did too, and we shook hands. The guard sighed and came over to us. "Hands please."

We both flipped over our palms as he examined them. He searched around and once he was satisfied we weren't trading substances or whatever, he nodded and disappeared again.

"Well, it was nice... talking to you, Daniel." I said, rising again. This time I was successful. He rose as well.

"Will you come back?"

His question threw me off guard. I hadn't thought about that. I thought seeing him alone would be enough to send me back home and to never come back. I honestly didn't think this trip would be successful, but hey, it was worth a try.

"Do you want me to?"

"I think I would... like that?" he said, but it came out more of a question.

"Well, Daniel, if that's what you want, I'll come back." I said with a small smile. "If you're lucky, I might even bake you something."

His eyes lit up. "Really?"

A full smile stretched onto my face. "Really."

"Wow... thanks Emma. I really thought you would hate me."

"I thought you would hate me too."

"Alright guys, time is up." the Guard said, clapping his hands. "Say your goodbyes please."

I bit my lip. "Well, I shall see you soon."

He nodded at me. "Okay."

With a last, small smile, I turned and left.

Resolving issues with that man, really took a burdening weight off my shoulders.

* * *

"ARE YOU CRAZY WOMAN?!" Mel's voice raged at me, while she slapped me upside the head. I yelped out in surprise, waving her away from me.

"Mel!"

"I cannot believe you went to see Daniel!"

"But I-"

"Without me!"

I stopped, a smile forming on my face. "Oh... ha."

"Nothing funny about it." she replied moodily, her voice dropping back to its usual pitch. "And you waited to tell me after you got back. What kind of best friend are you?"

"Mel," I said, frowning. "It was something I needed to do on my own."

"A phone call wouldn't have hurt."

"Sorry."

"Sure you are."

"Well, we sorted things out. I left with no grudges or regrets."

"Want a medal?"

"Mel." I said flatly, crossing my arms across my chest. "Can you get over yourself and be a little supportive for me?"

"I don't know, that's asking a massive favour." she sighed dramatically.

I rolled my eyes at her. I opened my mouth to retort, when I heard light footsteps. I turned my head, seeing Courtney, Mel's beautiful little girl, running towards me, her arms over her head, waving hysterically.

"AUNTY EMMA!" she cried out.

I stood up and threw my arms out. She ran into me and I lifted her, spinning her around. I stopped and let my arms wrap around her. I smiled at her as she beamed back. She had blonde, curly ringlets and round, bright blue eyes.

She was stunning already.

"Hey, how are you going, Courtney? Alright?" I asked her, bringing my hand up and softly poking her on the nose.

She laughed out loud, her cheeks rosy red. "I'm good!"

"That's good."

"Did you eat your carrot sticks?" Mel asked, coming over and looking at her. Her eyes studied her face.

Courtney looked at me and I gasped in over the dramatic shock. "Don't tell me you forgot, Court!"

"Oopsie..."

"Courtney." Melanie said in a firm voice. "You know you need to eat your carrot sticks or you can't watch Despicable Me."

"Nooo!"

"Courtney." she said in a warning tone and her face fell.

"Yes, mum."

"Now go and eat them, please. They're on the bench."

She nodded and I slowly let her down. She quickly ran off. I'm not sure why, but the kids seemed to run everywhere. I just don't have the energy to do that anymore.

"Anyway, I better go." I said with a sigh, turning and looking at my best friend. "I should go spend some time with Jase. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Love ya," she said, wrapping her slim arms around my neck. I returned the hug instantly.

"Love you too."

I turned and sang out goodbye to Courtney, before I skipped down the steps. I slid into my car, (yeah, I have my own now), before I started the engine. I slid my sunglasses up the bridge of my nose and adjusted my mirror. When I looked up, a scream left my lips.

"AAAAAAH!"

"Hey," he replied casually, sprawling across my back seat like he owned it. "What's up, Em?"

"Chase," I sighed through my nose. "Why do you make it a habit to sneak into my car? It's getting weird."

"You like me weird."

I pursed my lips and he smirked at me.

"Where is Britney?" I asked, deciding on changing the subject.

"At the gym. I'm supposed to meet her there, so we can walk home together."

"So... aren't you supposed to be there?"

"I wanted to stop in for a chat with you first."

"And now that you have..." I trailed off.

"Want to give me a lift?"

I rolled my eyes. "I guess so."

"Yay!" he burst out.

As you can see, five years later, Chase still hasn't matured. He sat in the middle of the back seat, and put his seatbelt on, like a good little boy. I backed out and took a different route, so I was heading towards the gym.

I pulled into the car park and turned off the engine, getting out. Chase did the same and quirked an eyebrow at me.

"Hm?"

"Well, I'm going to come in and say hi." I told him in a duh tone. I walked in and smiled to Barnie, the guy who owns the Gym. "Hey Barnie. I'm just stopping in to say hi to a friend, I'm not going to be staying long."

"That's fine Emma. How's Jason? Haven't seen him in for a couple of days." he replied back, wiping down the bench with a sanitiser.

"Business is pretty busy at the moment, but I'm sure he'll come around soon."

"He better," he joked.

I smiled up at him, before I heard my name get called. Well, shouted. I looked over and saw Britney. She sprinted at me, wrapping her arms around me tightly. She squeezed me and I sucked in a breath of surprise.

"I know I'm sweaty, but I don't care," she laughed, stepping back.

Over the years, Britney and I have gotten really close actually. We weren't best friends like Mel and I were, but we were good friends. We hung out a fair bit. Chase and her were living together in town. They seemed pretty happy with each other. (I still like to remind them that it was my, Emma Ross, The Love Doctor skills that had them still together).

"That's okay," I grinned. "I had to give this dag a lift over here as he ambushed me in my car. Again."

She rolled her eyes. "Doesn't surprise me."

"Are you going to tell her?" Chase asked, materialising by our side. He quickly pecked her lips, before stepping back.

"I'd rather not just dump it all on her at once, Chase." she frowned.

"Tell me what?"

"Well..."

"We're moving to America." Chase grinned, hooking two thumbs up. "She has shown me around Australia, so I'm going to show her America."

"Oh my God!" I cried out. "Are you serious?"

"Yep. I have already applied for some jobs over there." she told me, smiling.

"Wow! When are you moving?"

"Umm, that's the thing..."

"Two weeks." Chase butted in, beaming.

Britney sighed at him. My jaw dropped. I looked in between the both of them. They were moving across the world in two weeks?

"But..." I trailed off, my eyes beginning to water. "T-that's really soon..."

"Aw, Emma!" Britney said, wrapping me up in her embrace again. "I'll still talk to you all the time! We can Skype."

"But it won't be the same!" I said, tears welling up.

"You're going to make me cry now," Britney said, wiping the corners of her eyes. She had changed so much in the past few years. She had changed from her so called 'friends' and finally stood up to her mum. She was a really good person now, with good friends and a boyfriend who adored her.

"I'm going to have to throw you a 'going away' party!"

"Oh, a party!" Chase said, fist-pumping. "Can I come? Pretty please?"

"It would be your party, idiot." Britney laughed, a tear sliding down her cheek.

I smiled at the two. "Ugh, I'm going to miss you both so much."

"Let's not think about it!" she said, waving it off. "We have a party to plan!"

"Yeah we do!" I grinned. "I'll go start making reservations now!"

She laughed. "Okay, sounds good."

"Can we get some ice cream on the way home?" Chase asked, completely changing the subject. "I'm hungry."

Britney and I exchanged a look before rolling our eyes.

"I'll leave you two to it." I said.

"Okay, I'll see you soon."

"Alright," I laughed, hugging them both once more, before I turned to leave. I hopped back in my car and let myself just sit there for a few moments. I know I'd still talk to them a lot, but it wouldn't be the same. I was really going to miss Britney.

I wiped my eyes and exhaled, starting up the car. I rolled my lips into my mouth and drove off, back home. I wonder what Jason would think about this. I pulled into the driveway and removed the sunnies from my face.

What a hectic day, it had been. First, I had gone and visited the man that once had made my life miserable and we were actually okay. Now, one of my closest friends were moving across the world.

I got out, taking a few calming breaths. Jason would be glad to hear Daniel and I are okay with each other now. Well, not exactly okay, but we were one step closer than we were yesterday, that's for sure. I took two steps on the porch, before being swept off my feet.

Literally.

Jason swiped me up, bridal style, locking lips with me. I hadn't even realised he was there. I wrapped my arms around his neck, responding instantly, surprised at this greeting.

I pulled back, grinning. "Okay?"

He slowly lowered me down, without a word. I quirked an eyebrow and then he did something that made my heart drop. He slowly sunk down onto one knee. I gasped. Really? He was doing this right now?

"Emma..."

"YES, YES, YES!!!" I squealed, jumping up and down, clapping my hands together enthusiastically. I was so excited!

"I haven't asked you yet..."

"ARGH!" I screamed, jogging on the spot and jumping up and down like a child. "Okay, quick ask so we can celebrate!"

He laughed, rolling his eyes. He opened the little box that was clutched in his hand. "Will you marry me, Emma?"

"AH!" I grabbed his shirt and hauled him to his feet. I smashed my lips roughly to his, tangling my fingers in his hair. I crushed my body to his, feeling ecstasy spike through my body. "Yes, yes, a thousand times yes, Jason."

He smiled at me, cupping my face. "I love you."

"I love you!"

He wrapped his arms around my waist and I rested my chin onto his shoulder. I squeezed him tightly, letting my excitement pour into him. Okay, I thought this day had been hectic before Jason had proposed to me.

Ah, now I would be getting married! I would have to call Mel, as soon as possible. We'll need to make arrangements. I began already running ideas through my head.

"Oh, it went well with Daniel, by the way." I told him, pulling back so I could look into his eyes. "I'm going to keep visiting him."

"Can I come with you?" he asked, surprising me even more. He pulled the ring out of the box and it slid easily down my finger. I bit my lip, feeling giddy. I had always thought about this day. I never thought it would come so soon!

My eyebrows shot up. "Sure?"

He smiled at me. He kissed me softly once more, before stepping back. "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable talking with me about stuff like that."

"I don't," I assured him, smiling.

"Okay, good. Oh, I have a present for you..." he said to me, his hands slowly dipping so that his hands were resting on our unborn child.

"What is it?" I asked, my voice becoming high pitched.

"It's in the house..." he said slowly. "In our room."

I laughed, throwing my head back. "Okay."

"Come on, let's go." he said, gripping my hand and pulling me after him. I tripped after him, a grin plastered onto my face.

My life was just getting better and better, with every day.

THE END