I remember the day when she told me that I was going to be a dad. I can't describe the feeling though. I was running around our apartment like I was crazy, I was happy, we were happy. I really tried to always be there for her, I took care of her, took days off. Everything was amazing, but then something changed, it was like she didn't want me anymore, like she didn't need me anymore. We were lying in bed. It was Sunday morning, I decided to get up and bring her breakfast in bed. She wasn't sleeping anymore, I knew that, but she didn't talk to me. When I brought her breakfast and smiled at her she smiled at me.
"Can we please stop pretending like everything is the way it used to be?" I suddenly asked her. I didn't even expect myself to do that. She looked confused for a moment, but then answered.
"We can do whatever you want to." And she started eating her pancakes.
"I love you, you know?" I was now pacing the floor.
"I know." She said emotionless.
"Then what is wrong with us?"
"I don't know. I love you, I just sometimes feel like you are doing everything for me, like you don't let me do anything myself." I sat down, took her hands in mine and looked her in the eyes.
"Is that the only reason?"
"Yes." She smiled.
"And you still love me?"
"Of course."
"Then I promise you I will stop controlling your every move."
"Thank you, baby." And we kissed. It felt so great to be back to normal. I remember finding out that it was a boy, I was so happy. I always wanted to have a son first and then a daughter. So that he could take care of his little sister. The only problem during the whole pregnancy (well the last 4 months) was - no sex. I could see that it was also hard for her to contain herself, but because there was a slim chance of injuring our baby we decided to wait. She looked so attractive with her big belly. I know that most men don't think that way about their wives, but I thought that she was very sexy. She wasn't awkward, she looked so natural. I remember how she was stressing out about the baby shower, I had to run her hot tubs every evening. (not that it was a bad thing) And one day I asked her if I could make all the preparations. She was so surprised, but I could see it made her happy. We had a beautiful baby shower, she liked it and it was the most important thing for me. I remember our son's first kick, I was so happy. We were both so happy, I kissed her belly, I loved talking to our son, we liked talking to our son, and we were sure that he understood us. I wanted to watch her giving a birth to our baby, but she didn't want me to be there, because it was too painful and stressful, so I waited in the hospital. I was so nervous and worried about her and our son. I felt so hurt when I heard her screaming. Surprisingly I am not ashamed to say that I cried a little when I saw our healthy baby and her, smiling at me. I am a very happy man, because I have my family.
