“Ah, perfect.” I click on the link to a website for what I want just as Forrest walks in the door to tell me dinner is ready.

“What’s perfect?” he asks as he comes up beside me, extending his hand out to help me out of my chair.

“Oh, nothing to worry about.” I hate keeping things from him, but this will be worth it.

4 Weeks Later

“I don’t know why I was surprised he was born in two hours. He’s going to take after his mother and be impatient.” Forrest looks across at me as we pull into the underground parking of our apartment building.

I smile to myself at the thought that I never moved out of his apartment, and we just brought the rest of my things from storage here and I was settled in. When the renovations of my apartment were finished, we sold it for a hefty profit because it no longer felt like home.

This is where I finally felt like I was living, so it’s where I wanted to be.

Forrest’s hand squeezes mine as we pull up into our spot. “Ready to welcome our son into his home?” he asks, lifting my hand to his lips and kissing me ever so softly.

I just nod because I’m so full of emotion at the importance of this moment. Oh, and those pesky post-natal hormones still raging through my body.

Watching Forrest lift him up into his arms from the car seat has a few little tears already escaping.

“Let’s go before your mother starts crying again.” He takes my hand, and the three of us walk into the elevator and head up to the apartment.

The moment the front door is open and we walk toward the nursery, I feel the tingles of anticipation in my stomach.

I walk into the room and turn to see the look on Forrest’s face as he sees the frame on the wall displaying the perfect piece of art made of all the ribbons he has given me since the beginning, woven together in the shape of a large heart.

Beneath the heart are the words: “Our love will always be wrapped around your heart.”

I don’t see it very often, but this is the second time this week Forrest has had tears fall down his cheeks.

He lifts his arm for me to step into his side as he leans down and kisses the top of my head and then his son’s head.

“Welcome home, Felix Flynn Taylor. We will always love you, through the good, the bad, and everything in between. Here in our arms is your safe place, no matter what life throws at you.” The emotion in Forrest’s voice has my tears running constantly now as I put my arm around Felix too, creating the perfect family group hug.