Shawn looked up at me. He did a double-take, and soon enough his cheeks were reddening and a smirk spread across his face.
"What?" I asked him, worrying that I put my shirt on inside out or something else to embarrass myself. He shook his head.
"Pl...
I was giddy with excitement as the pilot announced that we were preparing for landing. My lack of ability to be away from Camila for longer than a day astounded me. I impatiently tapped my foot on the floor of the plane as we touched down on the ground. As soon as we got the green light to get off the plane, I grabbed my carry-on bag and left as quickly as possible. Since I was only gone for three days, I was able to fit all of my stuff into my carry-on which meant I had no need to stop at baggage claim before heading home to see my wife. On the way home, I stopped and picked up a bouquet of flowers for Camila. She always claimed she didn't need any gifts, but the way her face lit up anytime I would surprise her with something told me that they made her feel special—so random surprise bouquets it was. I told the florist what Camila liked and she quickly whipped together the perfect medley of flowers.
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I pulled into the driveway and quickly grabbed the flowers and my bag before exiting the car and excitedly entering the house. I wasn't even fully in the house yet when Camila ran and jumped into my arms. I dropped my bag on the floor and wrapped my arms around her small body, careful not to damage the fresh bouquet. Her soft lips made quick work of attacking me, peppering my face with little kisses.
"I missed you so much," she said between kisses. I squeezed her in my arms one last time before setting her back down on the ground.
"I missed you too, baby—so much." Her eyes looked down at the flowers in my hand. "Ah, yes. These are for you, just something small to show you how much I love you." She smiled wide and took the bouquet from me.
"Well, funny enough I got you a little something too!" She nodded towards the kitchen where I could see a to-go cup from Bellow's sitting on the counter.
"Oh my god, you're an angel," I said as I strode over to the kitchen counter. "What spelling do you think they went with this time?" I picked up the styrofoam cup and looked at the side to see what they had etched onto it this time.
Dad
I looked at the cup questioningly before turning to Camila to ask why my cup said "Dad" on it. She answered my question before I could even ask though, because as soon as I turned to face her I saw her holding two positive pregnancy tests and a few ultrasound pictures. I stared at the objects in disbelief for a while before breaking down into tears and pulling Camila into my arms.
"We did it?" I asked through my tears as I squeezed my arms around her.
"We did it," she responded. I couldn't see her face, but I could hear that she was also crying. We must've stood there, just holding each other and crying tears of joy for a solid ten minutes—both of us just so overwhelmed by our all of our prayers being answered and wishes coming true.
