I look at my husband and smile. He says to me "are you happy". I replied "I just got married to the love of my life I could never be more happier". I look at the London lights before my eyes and I know at that very moment I made the right choice by saying I do. I go in the bathroom and put on my pajamas. I throw myself on to the bed and we begin to talk. I say "I want a baby I wanted a baby yesterday" we both start laughing. He said "whatever you want but I'll never love it more than you" I smile so big I though he could see my the inside of my throat. I say " right now you say that ,but when I'm big and fat you'll think I'm gross" he says "couldn't be worse than you look now" we both start to laugh so hard he falls off the bed. He jumps back on the bed we start to kiss. Then he says "the baby we should start now". My face was full of excitement and happiness. I think you can picture what happens next. We wake up the next morning tired as ever; half because of the jet leg and some because of what happened last night. As we walk the town we find a cafe that over looks London it was at the corner of London blvd and queen Elizabeth way. I ordered a coffee and so did he I had the blueberry pancakes and he ordered oatmeal. He started off the conversation by saying "I had a great time last night" I replied "me to we defined honeymoon" We were staying in London for only a week then returning home. Each day is something new he had a plan for everyday and night. On the very last day I take myself to a drug store in town. I walk to the counter and ask for a pregnancy test one thing I've learned that British pregnancy test are very expensive. I go back to the hotel he leaves me note saying left to print out the tickets home be back soon. I take the test and it comes out positive. I'm filled with joy at that very moment. I hear the hotel room door open he said "honey are you here". Coming out of the bathroom with a big smile on my face saying "well that baby thing its happing now I'm pregnant". Him smiling and cry with joy he ran to me and lift me up. By now nine months have past my husband and I are sitting in the hospital room with our baby girl. I look up at him and I say her name is London.
