I smiled and threw myself at my husband Andrew.
Cliche, but we met in Paris.
"Did something good happen darling?"
"Mhm" "guess tho"
It was funny gazing at his tired, but thoughtful face.
I giggled. "Andrew I'm pregnant"
His eyes widened and he started crying
"Oh my goodness" "I didn't think you'd get this emotional"
He twirled me around. He knelt down to my stomach.
"Hello its me dada" "nice to meet you"
"Andrew the child hasn't even formed yet!"
He simply gave me a goofy smile.
"I'm going to be a dad..." he trailed off before fainting.
"Andrew?!"
