I nod several times, tears already rolling down my face at the thought of finally getting to meet the little person who’s lived inside me for nine months. Even if he did use my bladder like a trampoline. James is holding my hand and presses his lips to my cheek. “I love you, angel. Thank you for doing this. For making our family complete, yet again.”

I turn towards him, my heart literally feeling like it could burst from the love I have for this man and also the one inside me. And seconds before our party of two becomes a party of three I press a kiss to his lips. “I love you more, James. Always.”

The End

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The first time I saw him, it was love at first sight. At least my ten-year-old brain, that had watched too many romance movies with my incurable romantic mother wanted to believe. He was standing across the playground talking to the Social Studies teacher whose name I could never remember. He was new from just a few towns over, I later learned, after his wife died in a fatal car accident leaving him widowed and devastated.

It was a warm Spring day, one of the first of the season and I found myself getting hot under my sweater that my mother made me promise not to take off. I pulled at it, wishing I had the courage to disobey just this once, and sighed.

Mark Erickson, this stupid bully that my mother told me only picked on me because he was sweet on me, ran past me, knocking me over and breaking my line of sight with my new love. I hit the mulch, but I didn’t get up. I just stared up at this beautiful man willing him to look at me. He looked like Prince Eric from The Little Mermaid, with jet black hair and tanned skin. I couldn’t see his eyes, but I bet they were blue just like his. I cocked my head to the side briefly wondering what it would be like to be part of his world.

The second time was later that week. He entered my math class just as we began a test. I set down my pencil, watching him move towards the front to quietly talk to my teacher. I tried to angle my ear towards them just to hear his voice. What did he sound like? I got up and moved towards the sharpener as it was in the front of the room. My heart pounded with every step, knowing that I’d get to hear his voice any second now. And I did.

Soft. Smooth. Rich.

I imagined it was what my father would sound like, if I had one.