Taking each other’s hands, we leave the room, ready to step into our perfect life together.

2 Years Later

I’m sitting at my desk in my home office, smiling at the wedding photo I have of us on that simple night in Las Vegas. Of course, our friends were ecstatic and annoyed at the same time. The girls wanted to plan us a big wedding, but it just wasn’t me or Forrest. He told me that night, as we cuddled in bed together after making love for the first time as husband and wife, how happy he was with the quiet moment we shared. Just a small intimate ceremony where we bared our souls to each other in front of our friends was all we needed.

Turning in my chair, I look down into the drawer of my desk, and my heart swells at the overflowing of ribbons in there, all different colors and patterns.

It has been two years now, and he still cooks me breakfast every morning he can, and there is always a ribbon and a love note to start my day with. Some days they are still corny and have the most ridiculous names on them, but then there are others where the note is a beautiful message of love that has me swooning so hard. Forrest never ceases to amaze me.

Running my hand over my huge pregnant belly, an idea springs to mind, and I start researching what I need. With only a month before this little boy inside me is due to be born, I need to get moving. It still seems so surreal that I’m having a baby, because when we first married, we both agreed we would be okay with not having children. There were going to be plenty of little ones around us to cuddle and spoil.

But the universe had other plans for us.

After falling ill with a virus at a really busy time at work for both of us, we didn’t even think about the fact that the contraceptive pill I was taking probably wasn’t working at full strength.

It took a while for it to sink in and a few meltdowns from me. But after working through it together and with a little help from Cherie, in just a sit-down session this time, we both discovered that deep down, we actually did want to be parents. I was scared of change in my life and how it would affect my mental health, and Forrest just wanted me to be happy.

But now we are past all that, and I can’t wait to meet this little boy growing inside me. Even though he keeps me awake at night while he plays football in there, loves to get hiccups when I’m in the middle of meetings, and gives me heartburn so I can’t enjoy the beautiful meals my husband prepares for me.