I laugh when he responds and daubs at my cheeks with a tissue. His voice is shaking. I can hear the joy. It makes me cry more. Oh, the joys of being pregnant. I'm already emotional enough in every day life. I become ten times worse with all these hormones bustling about my system, it seems. It's okay, though. Oh, it's more than okay.
Especially if he's crying as well.
"This is why... I couldn't wait for tomorrow," I tell him. My own voice is just as shaky. I intertwine our fingers, keeping them firmly planted on my stomach.
"I had to tell you. As soon as Owen told me that we - the baby and I - were in good health, I knew I had to come back home. I just... oh, Ewan, there'll be another wee one about soon and our family... It's perfect. You, the twins, this little one," I pat my stomach as I say that, "any others we may have down the line - it's more than I could ever ask for. Thank you."
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Date: 2008-04-25 03:56 pm (UTC)Especially if he's crying as well.
"This is why... I couldn't wait for tomorrow," I tell him. My own voice is just as shaky. I intertwine our fingers, keeping them firmly planted on my stomach.
"I had to tell you. As soon as Owen told me that we - the baby and I - were in good health, I knew I had to come back home. I just... oh, Ewan, there'll be another wee one about soon and our family... It's perfect. You, the twins, this little one," I pat my stomach as I say that, "any others we may have down the line - it's more than I could ever ask for. Thank you."