Letters to Isabella

twenty five.

Laura's POV

The clock on the wall in mine and Ross' shared bedroom chimed midnight and I smiled, wrapping myself up in a cosy blanket and turning on my side to face a picture of Ross and I on our wedding day. I smoothed my thumb over the picture of his face and sighed happily to myself. "Only thirty more minutes until you're back home with me."

I had One Last Dance playing endlessly on our record player. It oddly comforted me and made me feel like Ross was already home, even when he wasn't here. It soothed me in a way that no one else would ever be able to understand. Ross had always had such a beautiful sound and he knew how to connect with you when he sang.

I smoothed my hand slowly over my invisible stomach and smiled knowing that finally after so many years of waiting there was a little life growing inside of me, relying on me for their every need. "That's your daddy singing." I murmured, knowing that our little baby wouldn't be able to hear anything that I said yet. "Everyone is going to adore you. I promise."

Although pregnancy had always been one of the hardest things that I'd had to endure during my lifetime it was also one of the best. I loved the feeling of finding out that I was pregnant and able to bring a little version of both myself and the person I loved more than anyone else on this earth into the world.

I'd always found it so incredible how a small plastic stick was able to tell you, 'hey you're a mom!' or, 'hey, better luck next time!' It had so much power over your emotions and yet right now it had become my favourite object to hold. It felt like a trophy — I didn't want to put it down.

I knew that in less than an hour my gorgeous husband would finally be home from New York. I was ecstatic to share the news of my pregnancy to him and I couldn't wait to share the news with the rest of our beautiful family when the time finally came around.

Even though he'd only been gone for a day, it somehow felt like a lifetime to me. I guess that's what happens when you truly fall in love with someone.

Ross and I had been attached at the hip since meeting each other on that fateful day in Love Bugs café. Everyday that we'd spent apart since then almost felt cruel to me. I always wanted him by my side. He was my everything and without him, I was nothing.

I began to wonder how Isabella and Bailey would react to the news of their new baby brother or sister. I could only hope that they'd both be happy and excited, otherwise it would definitely cause problems for us as a family.

I also knew that nobody would be able to stay with us anymore. The spare bedroom would have to be renovated into a nursery as soon as possible.

Before I could continue to worry myself sick with thoughts about the future of our family, the sound of the front door clicking open and quiet giggles from beneath me instantly made me sit up straight with the blanket still wrapped tightly around my shoulders.

"We're home!" Ross' cheerful sing song voice called out from downstairs.

I gasped and threw myself up from the bed. I slid the pregnancy test into the pocket of my pyjama bottoms and ran quickly down the stairs, a grin growing across my lips. "Baby!" I called out in a hushed tone.

Ross' dark brown eyes locked instantly with my own and as I leapt into his arms he dropped all of his luggage and held me close to his chest. "Oh my god Laura I've missed you so much!" He whispered, pulling away from me and planting a loving kiss on my lips. "I love you so much beautiful."